“I can try, sir; my mother is very poor, and has to work very hard. I want to do something to help her if I can.”
“That’s a good boy,” said the man, very kindly; “and if I can do any thing for you I am sure I will.”
“If you will bring me the papers from Boston, I think I can sell them.”
“You shall have a chance to try, my boy. I will bring you some next Monday. How many do you want?”
“Not many at first, sir.”
“Say twenty or thirty?”
“Yes.”
“I will bring them.”
David was so glad he hardly knew what to do with himself. He ran home and told his mother what he had done, and she was as glad as he was when she thought what a smart son she had, and how anxious he was to help her.
Monday came; David was at the railroad station when the train came, and Mr. Field gave him the papers. David took them under his arm. How his heart beat with fear lest he should not be able to sell them! But he meant to work very hard, and he felt almost sure that he should sell them.