had an hour off for dinner. As
Carl passed into the street he found himself walking beside the boy whom
he had succeeded--Leonard Craig.

"Good-morning, Leonard," said Carl, pleasantly.

"Good-morning. Have you taken my place in the factory?"

"Yes."

"Do you think you shall like it?"

"I think I shall, though, of course, it is rather early to form an
opinion."

"I didn't like it."

"Why not?"

"I don't want to grow up a workman. I think I am fit for something
better."

"Mr. Jennings began as a factory hand."

"I suppose he had a taste for it. I haven't."

"Then you like your present position better?"

"Oh, yes; it's more genteel. How much does Jennings pay you?"

"Two dollars a week and board."

"How is that? Where do you board?"

"With him."

"Oh!" said Leonard, his countenance changing. "So you are a favorite
with the boss, are you?"

"I don't know. He gave me warning that he should be just as strict with
me as if we were strangers."

"How long have you known him?"

Carl smiled.

"I met him for the first time yesterday," he answered.

"That's very queer."

"Well, perhaps it is a little singular."

"Are you a poor boy?"

"I have to earn my own living."

"I see. You will grow up a common workman."

"I shall try to rise above it. I am not ashamed of the position, but I
am ambitious to rise."

"I am going to be a bookkeeper," said Leonard. "My uncle is going to
teach me. I would rather be a bookkeeper than a factory hand."

"Then you are right in preparing yourself for such a post."

Here the two boys separated, as they were to dine in different places.

Leonard was pleased with his new position. He really had very little to
do. Twice a day he went to the post office, once or twice to the bank,
and there was an occasional errand besides. To Carl the idleness would
have been insupportable, but Leonard was naturally indolent. He sat down
in a chair by the window, and watched the people go by.

The first afternoon he was in luck, for there was a dog fight in the
street outside. He seized his hat, went out, and watched the canine
warfare with the deepest interest.

"I think I will buy you a system of bookkeeping," said his uncle, "and
you can study it in the office."

"Put it off till next week, Uncle Julius. I want to get rested from the
factory work."

"It seems to me, Leonard, you were born lazy," said his uncle, sharply.

"I don't care to work with my hands."

"Do you c