"How do you know they are unattainable?"
"I have done nothing the last few days but look for one. Besides the places advertised, I can't tell you how many banks and other establishments I have made bold to go into, asking if they want a clerk. A hundred a-year would be something."
"It would be a great deal," replied Edina, significantly. "Salaries to that amount are certainly hard to find. I question if you would get half of it at first."
A blank look overspread Charley's face. Edina's judgment had always been sound.
"But why do you question it, Edina?"
"Because you are inexperienced: totally unused to business; to work of any kind."
"Yes, that's what some of the people say when they question me."
"There is one person who might help you to such a situation, if he would," observed Edina, slowly. "But I shall offend you if I speak of him, Charles: as I did once before."
"You mean George Atkinson!"
"I do. If he chose to put you into his bank, he might give you any salary he pleased; and he might be willing to do it, whether you earned it or not. I think he would, if I asked him."