What will you do ?" Jack, steadily restraining himself under the firm kind eyes that rested on him, was not in the right frame of mind for discovering a suitable employment.

"You tell me," he said.
Mrs.Wagner pointed to the bag of keys, hanging over his shoulder.

"Have you cleaned them yet ?" she asked.
His attention was instantly diverted to the keys; he was astonished at having forgotten them.

Mrs.Wagner rang the bell, and supplied him with sandpaper, leather, and whiting.

"Now then," she said, pointing to the clock, "for another hour at least--silence and work!" She returned to her desk; and Jack opened his bag.
He spread out the rusty keys in a row, on the seat at his side.