If I worked all Saturday--my head went dizzy computing the amount of my commissions.

It would be rent and shoes and bonnets and everything for everybody.
Bright and early one Saturday morning in the fall I started out canvassing, in my hand a neatly folded copy of the "Searchlight," in my heart, faith in my lucky star and good-will towards all the world.
I began with one of the great office buildings on Tremont Street, as Mr.James had advised.

The first half-hour I lost, wandering through the corridors, reading the names on the doors.

There were so many people in the same office, how should I know, when I entered, which was Wilson & Reed, Solicitors, and which C.Jenkins Smith, Mortgages and Bonds?
I decided that it did not matter: I would call them all "Sir." I selected a door and knocked.

After waiting some time, I knocked a little louder.