The lad saw with delight how much sunshine there was in the office.
"I don't believe it would hurt my health to work here," thought he.
Mr.Lawrence Newt rang a little bell.

Venables entered quietly.
"Most ready out there ?" asked Mr.Newt.
"Most ready, Sir." "Brisk's the word this morning, you know.

Please to copy these letters." Venables said nothing, took the letters, and went out.
"Now, young man," said the merchant, "tell me what you want." The lad's heart turned toward him like a fallow-field to the May sun.
"My father's been unfortunate, Sir, and I want to do something for myself.

He advised me to come to you." "Why ?" "Because he said you would give me good advice if you couldn't give me employment." "Well, Sir, you seem a strong, likely lad.

Have you ever been in a store ?" "No, Sir.