“With pleasure.”

Then it occurred to Andy to tell his neighbor about the street adventurer whom he had met three times that morning.

“Capital!” exclaimed Warren.  “I will get that into my next letter.  I see, Mr. Grant, you have an observing eye.  You would make a good reporter for one of the city dailies.”

“Do you think so?” asked Andy, feeling complimented.

“I am sure of it.”

“How long have you lived in the city, Mr. Warren?”

“About three months.  Some time I will tell you why I came here,” he continued, with an air of mystery.

“I shall be glad to hear.”

“I will tell you now, for I see you have a sympathetic soul.  I loved, and my love was returned, but a heartless parent interposed and separated two loving hearts.”

He took out his handkerchief and wiped his eyes.  Andy hardly knew whether to laugh or to express sympathy.

“I suppose that often happens?” he said, rather lamely.  “Perhaps he may yet repent.”

“I live in that hope.  When I have become famous, I will go back and offer myself again to Sophia.  I suppose you have had no heart experiences as yet, Mr. Grant?”

“Not as yet, but I can sympathize with you.”

“I am so glad you have come.  I shall make you my confidential friend.”

Then the conversation drifted into other channels.

CHAPTER XVI.

ANDY AT WORK.

Punctually as the clock struck eight the next morning Andy entered the store of Mr. Flint on Union Square.  He looked for his employer, but the jeweler seldom arrived before nine, his residence being in Harlem.

Behind the counter, arranging the goods in one of the cases, was a man with reddish hair who might at a guess be thirty-five years of age.  It was Mr. Flint’s head clerk, Simon Rich, who had been absent when Andy made his first call.

“What can I do for you, boy?” he asked, superciliously.

“Is Mr. Flint in?”

“No.  You can tell me your business.”

“I have come here to work.”

“Oh!”

This exclamation was long-drawn out.  Mr. Rich then proceeded to examine Andy from head to foot in a manner which was extremely offensive.

Andy understood that for some reason this man would be his enemy.  He would have understood his hostility better had he known that the boy just discharged was the head clerk’s nephew.

“I suppose you are well acquainted with the business?” remarked Rich, with a sneer.

“I know nothing about it.”

“Humph! you stand a chance of being very useful.”

“I hope to become familiar with it soon,” said Andy, coloring.

“Suppose you sweep out, to begin with.”

He pointed out the broom, and Andy went to work.

“I wish he were a more agreeable man,” thought Andy.  “I am afraid he will make my position unpleasant.”