"Dick is the only person left to me," said she. "He had both a brother and a sister, but they died when they were young."

 

"Does he sell papers every day?"

 

"Oh, yes, and he has a morning route besides, which he carries for a stationer on the Avenue."

 

"I suppose he makes quite some money, doesn't he? Excuse me for asking, but you know, I've got to make my living too."

 

"The route pays him a dollar and a quarter a week, and he makes three or four dollars besides."

 

"Well, five dollars a week is better than nothing."

 

"The stationer says he will give Dick a place this fall. That will pay six or seven dollars a week."

 

"I wish I had a job at six or seven dollars a week."

 

"Have you anything in view?"

 

"Not a thing. I am going out in the morning to look for work."

 

"You may find it very hard to get an opening."

 

"Oh, I guess I can find something," answered Nat, confidently.

 

"I trust you are not disappointed. So many come in from the country and find it impossible to get an opening."

 

"I wish I had a map of New York City. I could study it, and locate the streets."

 

"I have such a map," was the answer, and the lady brought it forth². "I will put it on the table just as it should be. This is east and this is west, and here is where this house is located, and here is the Grand Central Depot³. Now, you can do your best to fix the rest of it in your head."

 

Nat pored over the map for a good hour, and during that time located Broadway, and a number of other important thoroughfares.

 

"It's certainly a tremendously big city," said he. "One could get lost without half trying."

 

"You can carry that map around this week, if you wish," said Mrs. Talcott. "It may help you a great deal."

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