All that day Frank tramped the streets.

He went into many shops where he saw notices that an errand boy was required, but everywhere without success.

He perceived at once that his appearance was against him, and he either received the abrupt answer of, "You're not the sort of chap for my place," or an equally decided refusal upon the grounds that he did not know the neighborhood, or that they preferred one who had parents who lived close by and could speak for him.
At six o'clock he rejoined the porter.

He brought with him some bread and butter and a piece of bacon.

When, on arriving at the lodging of his new friend, a neat room with two small beds in it, he produced and opened his parcel, the porter said angrily, "Don't you do that again, young fellow, or we shall have words.