"
Edward Billings Henry drew a deep sigh of relief dropped the coin into the
other's palm, and engulfed himself in the soft front seat.
"Whom have I the honor of giving a lift?" asked Junius, formally, dropping
the nickel into a pocket, where it lay alone. After it he sent a curious,
lingering smile.
"Edward Billings Henry, Junior," replied the boy.
The lips beneath the goggles smiled. "And where am I lifting you to, may I
also ask, Edward Billings?"
"To Mr. Florins's office, where they're going to select an office boy this
morning 'tween ten and eleven."
The driver busied himself a moment with the steering-gear as the car passed
the crowded mail-wagons behind the post-office building. Then he turned and
shot a curious glance at his small companion, asking abruptly:--
"And you think you'll get the job, do you?"
Edward Billings Henry leaned forward as if he could push the machine into a
yet faster pace. "I can try for it," he replied. "Father says you never
know what you can do unless you try. He's always wanting me to try."
"Yes," muttered Junius, still more interested.
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