“I think you did the right thing, Larry,” said Hector, approvingly.  “It was your duty to help your father if you could.”

“I can’t help him much,” answered Larry.

“What made you take up this business, Larry?”

“I couldn’t get anything else to do. besides, this pays better than working in a store or office.”

“How—­much can you earn at it?”

“Six or seven dollars a week.”

“I should think it would require all that to support you.”

“It would if I went to a boarding house, but I can’t afford that,”

“Where do you live?”

“At the Newsboys’ Lodging House.”

“How much does that cost you?”

“For eighteen cents a day I get supper, lodging and breakfast.  In the middle of the day I go to a cheap restaurant.”

“Then you are able to save something?”

“Yes; last week I sent home three dollars, the week before two dollars and a half.”

“Why, that is doing famously.  You are a good boy, Larry.”

“Thank you, Hector; but, though it is doing very well for me, it isn’t as much as they need at home.  Besides, I can’t keep it up, as, after a while, I shall need to buy some new clothes.  If your father had been alive, my father would never have lost his place.  Master Hector, won’t you use your influence with your uncle to have him taken back?”

Hector felt keenly how powerless he was in the matter.  He looked grave, as he answered: 

“Larry, you may be sure that I would do all in my power to have your father restored to the position from which he never should have been removed; but I fear I can do nothing.”

“Won’t you write to Mr. Roscoe?” pleaded Larry, who, of course, did not understand why Hector was powerless.

“Yes, I will write to him, but I am sorry to say that I have very little influence with Mr. Roscoe.”

“That is strange,” said Larry; “and you the owner of the estate.”

Hector did not care to explain to Larry just how matters stood, so he only said: 

“I can’t explain to you what seems strange to you, Larry, but I may be able to do so some time.  I will certainly write to Mr. Roscoe, as you desire; but you must not build any hopes upon it.  Meanwhile, will you accept this from me, and send it to your father?”

As he spoke, he drew from his pocketbook a five-dollar bill and handed it to his humble friend.

Larry would not have accepted it had he known that Hector was nearly as poor as himself, but, supposing him to be the heir of a large and rich estate, he felt no hesitation.

“Thank you very much, Hector,” he said; “you had always a kind heart.  This money will do my father very much good.  I will send it to him to-day.”

“Do you generally stand here, Larry?” asked Hector.

“Yes.”

“Then I will take pains to see you again.”

“Shall you stay long in the city, Master Hector?”