If I were a man it would be different." "I don't believe you can make more than a boy's wages at selling tea," said Frank's new acquaintance, "but you might try it." "Would you mind giving me a note to the company ?" asked Frank.
"I will write a line on one of my business cards," said the agent.

"That will be all you will need." He drew out a card and wrote a line commending Frank to the attention of the company.
Frank thanked him, and sought the direction given.
Entering a large shop, not far from the Astor House, he looked about his inquiringly.

Around him were chests of tea, inscribed with Chinese characters.

A portly man addressed him.
"Well, my boy, what can I do for you ?" he asked.
"Mr.Mason, one of your agents, has given me this card," said Frank.

"He thinks you might be willing to employ me." "We are ready to employ any competent person," said the gentleman; "but you seem very young." "I am sixteen, sir." "That is young.