CHAPTER XXIX. 

FRANK'S IDEA. 

"That's what I call luck!" thought Richard, as he hurried back to the Massanets' home. "I'm mighty glad I called on Mr. Martin. He seems to be a gentleman and will no doubt do what is right. I hope Frank has been equally fortunate." 

Mrs. Massanet was surprised to see him returning so soon. 

"What ees eet?" she asked, anxiously. "I hope you no deesheartened a'ready?" 

"No, indeed!" returned the boy; and he told her of his good fortune. 

"Zat ees nice!" exclaimed the Frenchwoman. "I hope you gits zee place widout trouble." 

And then she gave a little sigh as she thought of her son's uncertain search. 

"Maybe Frank will be as lucky," said Richard, who fancied he could read her thoughts. 

"I sincerely hope so," returned Mrs. Massanet. 

Not having anything special to do for the rest of the day, Richard sat down and wrote a long letter home. He intended not to send it until the following day, when he could add a postscript that the new place was positively his. 

Five weeks in the great metropolis had worked wonders in the boy. He no longer looked or felt "green," and he was fast acquiring a business way that was bound, sooner or later, to be highly beneficial to him. 

In these five weeks he had received several letters from friends and not a few from home, the most important news in all of them being the announcement of his sister Grace's engagement to Charley Wood, and baby Madge's first efforts to master her A B C's. 
And from family?
In these five weeks he had received several letters from friends and not a few from home