was strange to him; and he was
painfully conscious of the deficiencies of his education and of his
knowledge of business. He was prompt, active and zealous; yet his
awkwardness could not be concealed. The transition from the stable to
the store was as great as from a hovel to a palace. He made a great
many blunders. Mr. Wake laughed at him; Mr. Wade swore at him; and all
the clerks made him the butt of their mirth or their ill nature, just
as they happened to feel.

What seemed to him worse than all, Edward Flint joined the popular
side, and laughed and swore with the rest. Poor Harry was almost
discouraged before dinner time, and began very seriously to consider
whether he had not entirely mistaken his calling. Dinner, however,
seemed to inspire him with new courage and new energy; and he hastened
back to the store, resolved to try again.

The shop was crowded with customers; and partners and clerks hallooed
"Harry" till he was so confused that he hardly knew whether he stood
on his head or his heels. It was, Come here, Go there, Bring this,
Bring that; but in spite of laugh and curse, of push and kick, he
persevered, suiting nobody, least of all himself.

It was a long day, a very long day; but it came to an end at last. Our
hero had hardly strength enough left to put up the shutters. His legs
ached, his head ached, and, worst of all, his heart ached at the
manifest failure of his best intentions. He thought of going to the
partners, and asking them whether they thought he was fit for the
place; but he finally decided to try again for another day, and
dragged himself home to rest his weary limbs.

He and Edward had taken possession of their room at Joe Flint's house
that morning; and on their arrival they found that Katy had put
everything in excellent order for their reception. Harry was too much
fatigued and disheartened to have a very lively appreciation of the
comforts of his new home; but Edward, notwithstanding the descent he
had made, was in high spirits. He even declared that the room they
were to occupy was better than his late apartments in Green Street.

"Do you think I shall get along with my work, Edward?" asked Harry,
gloomily, after they had gone to bed.

"Why not?"

"Everybody in the store has kicked and cuffed me, swore at and abused
me, till I feel like a jelly."

"Oh, never mind that; they always do so with a green one. They served
me just so when I first went into business."

"Did they?