One day he induced a small boy who worked near, pasting, to mind the windlass while he descended by hanging on above the usual pits of boxes.

The sensation was novel and pleasing and it became exciting when the boy above leaned over and shouted: "The boss is coming, look out for yourself.

I'll have to go." An instant later Paul and the boxes crashed together on the bottom floor.

The proprietor dragged him out of the ruin he had made and assisted him energetically to the street, without even the hint of a recommendation.
As Paul slowly and painfully wended his way home, a lady called him: "Little boy, do you want a job ?" Paul said he did and was put to work.
He had to sprinkle the street and keep the brick sidewalk clean in front of her house.

He was happily aided by a long hose, so that he thoroughly enjoyed his new work and gave entire satisfaction.