"'Guess he doesn't want a boy very bad,' said Joe. 'That's no job--sorting
those old rusty things. Did you find anything in the chest besides bolts
and nails, Henry?'

"'I'm not telling _everything_ I found,' said Henry with a laugh.

"Joe looked up, puzzled and a little alarmed. 'Now I wonder--' he
began--but broke off suddenly and started to talk about something else.

"A few days later Charles passed by the drug store and saw the sign in
the window. He went in and told the druggist he would like to have the
job.

"'Are Joe and Henry friends of yours?' asked the druggist, looking at
him sharply.

"'Oh, no, sir.' replied Charles quickly. 'We used to be good friends;
but something happened between us that I don't like to tell; and they
wouldn't have anything to do with me afterward.'

"'I'm glad to hear that,' said the druggist. 'I rather think you're the
boy I want.'

"For two or three hours Charles worked steadily, now and then whistling
a snatch of tune. Then he went to the druggist and said, 'I have finished
the job you gave me. What shall I do next?'

"The druggist went to the little room to see how Charles had done his
work. The boy had found some boxes lying about; and he had placed the