"It's too bad, but,
as Betty often says, it's no use crying over spilt milk, so we'll make
the best of it."
"I'll have the advertisement put in to-morrow," said the boy, "and
I'll add that former letters have been lost."
"That's a good idea. And don't tell Betty; it would only worry her.
Who knows but what those letters didn't amount to much after all?"
"At all events, I'm going to get them back if I can."
"And your two dollars, too. The little rascal! But you said you had
good news?"
"So I have. Mr. Joyce got me a place."
And Richard told of the meeting in the post-office, and his subsequent
engagement by Williams & Mann.
"Well, I'm downright glad to hear that!" cried Doc Linyard heartily.
"Reckon you are on the right tack at last."
The walking and working had made Richard hungry, and he was not backward
about sitting down and eating a hearty supper. But he insisted upon
paying for all he had, and, seeing that the boy really meant it, Doc
Linyard took the money, though not without reluctance.
As soon as he had finished eating, Richard went to Park Row and handed
in the advertisement. The clerk informed him that no other letters had
been received, nor had any applications for them been made.
Returning to the Watch Below, Richard sat down and wrote a second
letter home, which he shortly after posted, along with the precious
packet of chewing gum for Madge.
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