"You're in training for an angel, you are. Look out you don't starve
though, before your wings sprout. But--let's get to work."

The artist selected a number of posters which he hung over a short
stick, to each end of which was attached a leather strap. This he
slung around Ralph's shoulder, after the manner of a professional bill
sticker.

Then placing in his hand a bucket of paste, which he had prepared that
morning in the car, together with a brush, he inquired:

"Think you can find your way round town without getting lost?"

Ralph was not certain, but said he would try.

"If you get lost, just inquire your way to Main and Third Streets.
That's here. Now come on, and I will show you how to stick bills.
Don't take long to learn this trade."

Ralph followed Mr. Quigg to a vacant wall near by, where he took a
large poster, held it flat against the wall with one hand, gave a
dexterous swipe or two with the brush, reversed it, then with a few
more flourishes drew back and surveyed his work triumphantly.

"Try a small one over yonder," he said to the boy.

Ralph obeyed instructions in an awkward, though passable manner,
whereat the artist looked his approval.