Sami said he did not.

"If I knew that you would do something, and not just stand around and
look in the air, I would give you work," continued the man, "but such
stray waifs as you are not willing to do anything."

Meanwhile a woman had come from the wagon. She had heard her husband's
last words.

"Take him," she said. "What work is there for him? He might run errands;
all boys can do that. I never get through with the running about and the
four bawlers, and the cooking besides; take him!"

"Well, stay here," said the man; "you can carry the pan back; it is very
good that you know the way."

Sami had suddenly found a place; he did not himself know how, but he was
very glad about it. Quite content, he started out with his pan and did
exactly as the tinker had told him. He wandered through the long street
of La Tour, went into every house and showed his mended pan. He made
significant gestures, to make the people understand that he would like to
get more articles to mend. This he did so eagerly and earnestly that most
of the people burst out laughing, and this put them in such good humor
that they always found a pan or a kettle with a hole hi it which they
handed him to be repaired.

Thus in a short time Sami had collected as much old stuff as he was able
to carry, and could now take his pan to the house pointed out to him,
where it belonged. Then he turned back.