“I am sure I should like you, but you are not in any business.”

“No,” said the young man, smiling; “or, rather, my business is the pursuit of health and pleasure just now.  In that I think you can help me.”

“I shall be very glad to, if I can, Mr.—–­”

“My name is George Melville.  Let me explain my idea to you.  I want your company to relieve my solitude.  In your company I shall have enterprise enough to go hunting and fishing, and follow out in good faith my doctor’s directions.  What do you say?”

Herbert smiled.

“I would like that better than being in the post office,” he said.  “It would seem like being paid for having a good time.”

“How much would you consider your services worth?” asked Mr. Melville.

“I am content to leave that to you,” said Herbert.

“Suppose we say six dollars a week, then?”

“Six dollars a week!” exclaimed Herbert, amazed.

“Isn’t that enough?” asked Melville, smiling.

“It is more than I can earn.  Mr. Graham thought he was over-paying me with three dollars a week.”

“You will find me a different man from Mr. Graham, Herbert.  I am aware that six dollars is larger pay than is generally given to boys of your age.  But I can afford to pay it, and I have no doubt you will find the money useful.”

“It will quite set us on our feet again, Mr. Melville,” said Herbert, earnestly.  “You are very generous.”

“Oh, you don’t know what a hard taskmaster you may find me,” said the young man, playfully.  “By the way, I consider that you have already entered upon your duties.  To-day is the first day.  Now come to the hotel with me, and see what you can get for the fish.  I happen to know that two of the guests, a lady and her daughter, are anxious for a good fish dinner and, as there is no market here, I think the landlord will be glad to buy from you.”

Mr. Melville was right.  Mr. Barton, the landlord, purchased the fish that Herbert had to sell, for sixty cents, which he promptly paid,

“Don’t that pay you for your morning’s work?” asked Melville.

“I don’t know but the money ought to go to you, Mr. Melville,” said Herbert, “as I am now in your employ.  Besides, you caught a part of them.”

“I waive all claim to compensation,” said the young man, “though it would be a novel sensation to receive money for services rendered.  What will you say, Herbert, when I tell you that I never earned a dollar in my life?”

Herbert looked incredulous.

“It is really true,” said George Melville, “my life has been passed at school and college, and I have never had occasion to work for money.”

“You are in luck, then.”

“I don’t know that; I think those who work for the money they receive are happy.  Tell me, now, don’t you feel more satisfaction in the sixty cents you have just been paid because you have earned it?”