The poor fly felt sick at heart, and crept away disconsolate.

But at the very door he turned, and for his child's sake made another attempt.
"Have you an opening for a clerk?
I can write business letters in French, German, and Dutch; and keep books by double entry." "No vacancy for a clerk," was the weary reply.
"Well, then, a foreman in the yard.

I have studied the economy of industry, and will undertake to get you the greatest amount of labor out of the smallest number of men." "I have a foreman already," said Bartley, turning his back on him peevishly, for the first time, and pacing the room, absorbed in his own disappointment.
Hope was in despair, and put on his hat to go.

But he turned at the window and said: "You have vans and carts.

I understand horses thoroughly.