"I believe the boss wants one; I don't. Go out to that desk."

Frank found the desk, and propounded the same question to a
sandy-whiskered man, who looked up from his writing.

"You're prompt," he said. "That notice was only put out two minutes
ago."

"I only saw it one minute ago."

"So you want the place, do you?"

"I should like it."

"Do you know your way about the city?"

"No, sir, but I could soon find out."

"That won't do. I shall have plenty of applications from boys who live
in the city and are familiar with the streets."

Frank left the store rather discomfited.

He soon came to another store where there was a similar notice of "A Boy
Wanted." It was a dry goods store.

"Do you live with your parents?" was asked.

"My parents are dead," said Frank, sadly.