"It's winter yet," he mused. "If I can't get something to do in
the city for a few weeks to tide me over, I'm afraid I shall have
to find a cheaper place to board than at Mother Atterson's."

After half an hour of strolling from street to street, however,
Hiram decided that there was nothing in that game. He must break
in somewhere, so he turned into the very next warehouse.

"Want a job? I'll be looking for one myself pretty soon, if
business isn't better," was the answer he got from the first man
he approached.

But Hiram kept at it, and got short answers and long answers,
pleasant ones and some that were not so pleasant; but all could
be summed up in the single monosyllable:

"No!"

"I certainly am a failure here in town," Hiram thought, as he
walked through the snow-blown streets. "How foolish I was ever
to have come away from the country.

"A fellow ought to stick to the job he is fitted for--and that's
sure. But I didn't know. I thought there would be forty chances
in town to one in the country.

"And there doesn't seem to be a single chance right now. Why,
I'll have to leave Mrs. Atterson's, if I can't find a job before
next week is out!