I.

CARL ENTERS THE FACTORY.

When they left the factory Mr. Jennings said, with a smile:

"Now you are one of us, Carl. To-morrow you begin work."

"I am glad of it, sir."

"You don't ask what salary you are to get."

"I am willing to leave that to you."

"Suppose we say two dollars a week and board--to begin with."

"That is better than I expected. But where am I to board?"

"At my house, for the present, if that will suit you."

"I shall like it very much, if it won't inconvenience you."

"Hannah is the one to be inconvenienced, if anyone. I had a little
conversation with her while you were getting ready for dinner. She seems
to have taken a liking for you, though she doesn't like boys generally.
As for me, it will make the home brighter to have a young person in it.
Hannah and I are old-fashioned and quiet, and the neighbors don't have
much reason to complain of noise."

"No, sir; I should think not," said Carl, with a smile.

"There is one thing you must be prepared for, Carl," said Mr. Jennings,
after a pause.

"What is that, sir?"

"Your living in my house--I being your employer--may excite jealousy in
some. I think I know of one who will be jealous."

"Leonard Craig?"

"And his uncle. However, don't borrow any trouble on that score. I hope
you won't take advantage of your position, and, thinking yourself a
favorite, neglect your duties."

"I will not, sir."

"Business and friendship ought to be kept apart."

"That is right, sir."

"I am going back to the house, but you may like to take a walk about
the village. You will feel interested in it, as it is to be your future
home. By the way, it may be well for you to write for your trunk. You
can order it sent to my house."

"All right, sir; I will do so."

He went to the post office, and, buying a postal card, wrote to his
friend, Gilbert Vance, as follows:

"Dear Gilbert:--Please send my trunk by express to me at Milford, care
of Henry Jennings, Esq. He is my employer, and I live at his house. He
is proprietor of a furniture factory. Will write further particulars
soon.

"Carl Crawford."

This postal carried welcome intelligence to Gilbert, who felt a
brotherly interest in Carl. He responded by a letter of hearty
congratulation, and forwarded the trunk as requested.

Carl reported for duty the next morning, and, though a novice, soon
showed that he was not without mechanical skill.

At twelve o'clock all the factory hands