"He said you would make a good salesman, he thought. Of course you are
too young for that yet."

"I suppose I am."

"Frank, I am earning fifteen dollars a week, you know, and I can get
along on ten, but of the five I save let me give you two. I shall never
feel it, and by and by when you are promoted it won't be necessary."

"Jasper, you are a true friend," said Frank, warmly; "but it wouldn't be
right for me to accept your kind offer, though I shan't forget it. You
have been a good friend to me."

"And you to me, Frank. I'll look out for you. Perhaps I may hear of
something for you."

Small as Frank's income was, he had managed to live within it. It will
be remembered that he had paid but fifty cents a week for a room. By
great economy he had made his meals cost but two dollars a week, so that
out of his three dollars he saved fifty cents. But this saving would not
be sufficient to pay for his clothes. However, he had had no occasion
to buy any as yet, and his little fund altogether amounted to twenty
dollars. Of this sum he inclosed {sic} eight dollars to Mr. Pomeroy to
pay for four weeks' board for Grace.

"I hope I shall be able to keep it up," he said to himself,
thoughtfully. "At any rate, I've got enough to pay for six weeks more.
Before that time something may turn up."