thirty-seven cents; but it occurred to him that in walking he might meet
with some one who would give him employment. Besides, he was not in a
hurry to get on, nor had he any definite destination. The day was fine,
there was a light breeze, and he experienced a hopeful exhilaration
as he walked lightly on, with the world before him, and any number of
possibilities in the way of fortunate adventures that might befall him.

He had walked five miles, when, to the left, he saw an elderly man
hard at work in a hay field. He was leaning on his rake, and looking
perplexed and troubled. Carl paused to rest, and as he looked over the
rail fence, attracted the attention of the farmer.

"I say, young feller, where are you goin'?" he asked.

"I don't know--exactly."

"You don't know where you are goin'?" repeated the farmer, in surprise.

Carl laughed. "I am going out in the world to seek my fortune," he said.

"You be? Would you like a job?" asked the farmer, eagerly.

"What sort of a job?"

"I'd like to have you help me hayin'. My hired man is sick, and he's
left me in a hole. It's goin' to rain, and----"

"Going to rain?" repeated Carl, in surprise, as he looked up at the
nearly cloudless sky.