“No,” said the judge. “I'm sorry, but I've found jobs for three men this week, and I don't know any more.”
“But then—” began Samuel.
“I'll give you a dollar out of my own pocket,” the other added.
“Your honor,” cried Samuel startled, “I don't want to take money!”
“You can send it back to me when you get a job,” said the judge, holding out a bill. “Take it. Prisoner discharged. Next case.”
Samuel took the money and was turning away, when a man who had been sitting in a chair near the magistrate suddenly leaned forward.
“Judge,” he said, “if I may interrupt—”
“Why, surely, professor,” said the other pleasantly.
“I may possibly be able to find something for the boy to do.”
“Ah, that will be fine!”