Mr. Crawford. I would prefer
that this money should come from me. If you are willing to give another
five dollars, it will be appreciated."

"Then I will make it ten. Will you take charge of this bill and give it
to Mrs. Carter?"

"With the greatest pleasure, Mr. Crawford. You have no idea what
happiness it will give the family."

"I am glad you called my attention to their needs. If I could do
anything more to help them--"

"You can if you know any one who wants a typewriter."

"Is the boy able to work a typewriter?"

"No, but the mother is. Before her marriage she was in a lawyer's
office."

"That is a fortunate suggestion. I have a college friend--a classmate at
Columbia--Mr. Gardner, who has just parted with his typewriter, who is
about to be married."

"May I call at his office, and ask for the situation for Mrs. Carter?"

"Yes; it is on Nassau Street."

Andy seized his hat and went over to the lawyer's office.

It was 132 Nassau Street, in the Vanderbilt Building. He went up in the
elevator and found Mr. Gardner in.

"I come from Mr. Crawford," said Andy. "He says you need a typewriter."

"Are you a typewriter?"

"No; I ask for the position for a lady;" and he told the story.

"You say she has had experience in a lawyer's office?"

"Yes, sir."

"That will make her more desirable. When can she call?"

"I will have her here to-morrow morning at any hour."

"Say ten o'clock--a little before, perhaps."

The lawyer was a pleasant-looking man of medium age, and Andy felt sure
that he would be a kind and considerate employer.

After office hours, and before going up to his pupil, Andy called at the
humble home of Mrs. Carter. The widow's face brightened as she saw him.

"You are my good friend," she said. "You are welcome."

"My employer, Mr. Crawford, sends you this," and Andy displayed the
bill.

"It is a godsend. It will enable me to pay my rent, due on Saturday, and
give me three dollars over."

"But that is not all. I have procured you a situation as typewriter in a
lawyer's office. You will have to be on hand to-morrow morning a little
before ten. The office is Mr. Gardner's, at 132 Nassau Street."

"I can hardly believe in my good fortune. I will be there."

"Can you leave the children?"

"I will ask my neighbor, Mrs. Parker, to look after them. What a good
young man you are!" she exclaimed, gratefully.

"Not young man--boy," corrected Andy, with a smile.

"Won't you stay an