Four weeks passed. The duties of a cash-boy are simple enough, and Frank
had no difficulty in discharging them satisfactorily. At first he found
it tiresome, being on his feet all day, for the cash-boys were not
allowed to sit down, but he got used to this, being young and strong.

All this was very satisfactory, but one thing gave Frank uneasiness. His
income was very inadequate to his wants.

"What makes you so glum, Frank?" asked Jasper Wheelock one evening.

"Do I look glum?" said Frank. "I was only thinking how I could earn more
money. You know how little I get. I can hardly take care of myself, much
less take care of Grace."

"I can lend you some money, Frank. Thanks to your good advice, I have
got some laid up."

"Thank you, Jasper, but that wouldn't help matters. I should owe you the
money, and I don't know how I could pay you."

"About increasing your income, I really don't know," said Jasper. "I am
afraid Gilbert & Mack wouldn't raise your wages."

"I don't expect it. All the rest of the cash-boys would ask the same
thing."

"True; still I know they are very well pleased with you. Duncan told me
you did more work than any of the rest of the boys."

"I try to do all I can."