worked. He had little choice in the matter, but he often regrets
to-day that he did not have more time in his boyhood for play.

Like most boys, Edward wanted a little money now and then for spending,
but his mother was not always able to spare the pennies that he
desired. So he had to fall back on his own resources to earn small
sums by running errands for neighbors and in other ways familiar to
boys of his age. One day he came across an Italian who was earning
money in a rather unusual way. This Italian would collect the
bright-colored pictures that adorned the labels of fruit and vegetable
cans. He would paste these pictures into a scrap-book and sell it to a
mother as a picture-book for her children. Edward saw that the
Italian's idea smacked of originality and he asked the man where he got
his pictures.

"From the cans I find on lots and in ash-barrels," was the reply.

"If you had more pictures, you could make more books and so earn more
money, couldn't you?" asked Edward, as an idea struck him.

"Yes," answered the Italian.

"How much will you give me if I bring you a hundred pictures?" asked
Edward.

"A cent apiece," said the Italian.

"All right," agreed Edward.

The boy went to work at once, and in three days he had collected the