"I think you
must have enough leather to supply all New York."
"So I have--for a short time. But only a small part stays in the city.
It comes and goes all the while. Have you found a place yet?"
"No, sir; I haven't had a chance yet." And Richard related the
particulars of his recent misfortune.
"Humph! Well, after all, experience _is_ the only school we all
learn in. I don't doubt but what you've seen the last of both money
and letters. Keep your eyes open in the future."
"I'll try to. I shall not forget this lesson in a hurry."
"But at the same time don't be too suspicious of everybody with whom
you may chance to come in contact."
"I'll remember what you say, sir."
"Now about finding you a situation. I wish I had an opening here for
you. I'd make a business chap of you."
"I should like to work for you, Mr. Joyce."
"Unfortunately, there is no room at present--that is, there is nothing
I can offer you."
"I'll take anything you'll give me," exclaimed Richard earnestly.
"Yes; but you can't do _any_thing. You can't drive a truck--here
in the city--and you don't know a thing about packing hides. Besides,
such work would be altogether too heavy for you, and it never pays the
wages that lighter but more intelligent labor receives.
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