"With all my heart I will, uncle; and thank you, too, for this, and all
your interests on my account."

"Good-bye, then, George. Go on and prosper; and God bless you."

Punctually at nine o'clock on Monday morning, George was at the office.
Mr. Sanders, the manager (the old gentleman whom George had seen on his
first visit), introduced him to the clerks by saying--

"This is Mr. George Weston, our new junior;" and George, with his face
all aglow, made a general bow in return to the salutations which were
given him.

"This is to be your seat," said Mr. Sanders; "and that peg is for your
hat. And now, as you would, no doubt, like to begin at once, here is a
document I want copied."

George was glad to have something to do; he felt all eyes were upon him,
and the whispered voices of the clerks rather grated upon his ears. He
took up his pen, and began to write; but he found his hand shaky, and he
was so confused that, after he had written half a page, and found he had
made two or three blunders, he was obliged to take a fresh sheet, and
begin again.

"Take your time," said Mr. Sanders, who noticed his dilemma; "you will
get on right enough by-and-bye, when you are more accustomed to the
place and the work."

George felt relieved by this; and making up his mind to try and forget
all around him, he set to work busily again, and in an hour or two had