At about three, then Dick headed toward home, quite satisfied with his
day's work.
He jingled a handful of change in his pocket with the cheerful air of
one who has earned every penny of it--just two dollars and twenty cents,
surely enough to pay him for his early rising.
His mother was out when he got home, probably having just stepped over
to see a sick neighbor; and Dick, entering the house, dropped into a
chair to rest a little before going out to dig more worms for the
morning.
It was while he was stretching himself out that his eyes chanced to fall
upon a letter on the table, and to his surprise it was addressed to
"Richard Morrison."
He snatched it up filled with wonder, for he could hardly remember ever
having received a letter before, though once a former boy friend had
written him from Florida where his father had gone for his health.
And his eyes distended still more when he saw up in the corner of the
envelope the printed words: "First National Bank of Riverview."
With trembling fingers Dick tore the envelope open.
CHAPTER IX
GREAT NEWS
Sitting there in the easy chair Dick read the few lines that composed
the letter which his mother must have taken from the rural delivery man
at the door. It was in typewriting too, and signed with the name of
Harvey Gibbs.
"RICHARD MORRISON: I understand that you are
seeking a position.
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