"Perhaps you think I am not honest." "I don't know whether you are or not," said the agent cavalierly.
"We never do business in that way." Joe left the office not a little disheartened.
"I wish it had been a hundred dollars Aunt Susan left me," he said to himself.
Joe's spirits were elastic, however.

He remembered that Seth had never given him reason to suppose that the money he had would pay his passage by steamer.

He had mentioned working his passage in a sailing-vessel round the Horn.

Joe did not like that idea so well, as the voyage would probably last four months, instead of twenty-five days, and so delay his arrival.
The afternoon slipped away almost without Joe's knowledge.

He walked about, here and there, gazing with curious eyes at the streets, and warehouses, and passing vehicles, and thinking what a lively place New York was, and how different life was in the metropolis from what it had been to him in the quiet country town which had hitherto been his home.