This was precisely the cost of the lunch which he ordered, so that he felt well satisfied with the arrangement.
He left the saloon in better spirits, and resumed his travels from house to house.
I am sorry to say, however, that though he certainly exerted himself to the utmost in the interests of the Great Pekin Tea Company and his own, he did not sell another pound of tea that day.
About three o'clock he got on board a Third Avenue horse car, bound downtown and sat quietly down in a corner.
"Harlem doesn't seem to be a very promising field for an agent," he said to himself.

"Perhaps it isn't fair to judge it by the first day.

Still, I don't think I shall have courage to come here to-morrow.

I would rather go to Jersey City or Brooklyn." Frank got off the cars at the Bible House and walked to his boarding house, where a disagreeable surprise was in store for him.
The night brought perplexity to Frank, but not discouragement.

He was naturally hopeful, and, in a large city like New York, he felt that there are always chances of obtaining employment, provided he could maintain his position, as he would have been able to do if he had not lost the thirty-five dollars which his fellow boarder had stolen.