"Very sorry, but we can't take you."

"Why not, sir?"

"In case you took anything we should make your parents responsible."

"I shouldn't take anything," said Frank, indignantly.

"You might; I can't take you."

Our hero left this store a little disheartened by his second rebuff.

He made several more fruitless applications, but did not lose courage
wholly. He was gaining an appetite, however. It is not surprising
therefore, that his attention was drawn to the bills of a restaurant on
the opposite side of the street. He crossed over, and standing outside,
began to examine them to see what was the scale of prices. While in this
position he was suddenly aroused by a slap on the back.

Turning he met the gaze of a young man of about thirty, who was smiling
quite cordially.

"Why, Frank, my boy, how are you?" he said, offering his hand.

"Pretty well, thank you," said our hero bewildered, for he had no
recollection of the man who had called him by name.

The other smiled a little more broadly, and thought:

"It was a lucky guess; his name is Frank."