lars a week."

"Can't you get me the place?" asked Harry, now much interested in his
companion.

"Well, yes; perhaps I can."

"What should I have to do?"

"Make the fires, sweep out in the morning, go on errands, and such
work. Boys must begin at the foot of the ladder. I began at the foot
of the ladder," answered Mr. Flint, with an immense self-sufficiency,
which Harry, however, failed to notice.

"I should like to get into a store."

"You will have a good chance to rise."

"I am willing to do anything, so that I can have a chance to get
ahead."

"We always give boys a good chance."

Harry wanted that mysterious "we" defined. As it was, he was left to
infer that Mr. Flint was a partner in the concern, unless the five
dollars per week was an argument to the contrary; but he didn't like
to ask strange questions, and desired to know whom "he worked for."

Edward Flint did not "work for" anybody. He was a clerk in the
extensive dry goods establishment of the Messrs. Wake & Wade, which,
he declared, was the largest concern in Boston; and one might further
have concluded that Mr. Flint was the most important personage in the
said concern.

Mr. Flint was obliged to descend from his lofty dignity, and compound
the dollar and twenty cents with the stable boy by promising to get
him the vacant place in the establishment of Wake & Wade, if his
influence was sufficient to procure it. Harry was satisfied, and
begged him not to distress himself about the debt. The visitor took
his leave, promising to see him again the next day.

About noon Joe Flint appeared at the stable again, perfectly sober.
Major Phillips had lent him ten dollars, in anticipation of his
month's wages, and he had been home to attend to the comfort of his
suffering family. After dinner he had a long talk with Harry, in
which, after paying him the money disbursed on the previous evening,
he repeated his solemn resolution to drink no more. He was very
grateful to Harry, and hoped he should be able to do as much for him.

"Don't drink any more, Joe, and it will be the best day's work I ever
did," added Harry.

"I never will, Harry--never!" protested Joe.

CHAPTER XVI

IN WHICH HARRY GOES INTO THE DRYGOODS BUSINESS

Mr. Edward Flint's reputation as a gentleman of honor and a man of his
word suffered somewhat in Harry's estimation; for he waited all day,
and all evening, without hearing a word from the firm of Wake & Wade.
He had actual