"Edward Billings Henry, Junior," replied the boy.
The lips beneath the goggles smiled. "And where am I lifting you to, may I also ask, Edward Billings?"
"To Mr. Florins's office, where they're going to select an office boy this morning 'tween ten and eleven."
The driver busied himself a moment with the steering-gear as the car passed the crowded mail-wagons behind the post-office building. Then he turned and shot a curious glance at his small companion, asking abruptly:—
"And you think you'll get the job, do you?"
Edward Billings Henry leaned forward as if he could push the machine into a yet faster pace. "I can try for it," he replied. "Father says you never know what you can do unless you try. He's always wanting me to try."
"Yes," muttered Junius, still more interested. "Fathers seem much alike, whether they live up-town or down-town."
"Can't we go faster?" asked Edward Billings Henry, sitting on the edge of the seat.
Junius shook his head. "Too many blue-coats around. But about that job, now—you'll not be the only boy after it. There will probably be dozens older——"
"I'm eleven, if I am small," interrupted the boy.