Capitolo 48
meal. As he left the shop, and it walked on the road with the roll,
in his/her hand, eating an apple, he called for minding Benjamin Franklin
entry in Philadelphia with a roll under every arm.
"I hope that I will have as good luck as Franklin it had", he thought.
Slowly walking, he saw, on a small building that him I had had as soon as
arrival, the signal, "Sets Office."
"The postal officer will perhaps know if someone around here he wants a
boy", Harry told him. "In every case, it won't make damage to
asks."
He entered, while finding himself/herself/itself in a small room, with a divided part
street like a receptacle for the matter of mail. He advanced a small
window, and to the moment the postal officer, an elderly man introduced
him.
"What a name", he asked.
"I have not come for a letter", said Harry.
"What does he/she want, then?" asked to the officer, but not roughly.
"Does he/she know about whoever who wants to hire a boy?"
"Who is the boy?"
"I am. I want to find an opportunity to work."
"What kind of job?"
"Some kind that will pay my axle and a few on."
"I don't know about some place", it said the postal officer after a small,
thought.
"Is not there shop of shoe where I could get in?"
"That remembers me to--James Leavitt told me this morning that his/her boy
you/he/she was going to Boston to go to a shop in a couple of months. He is
you/he/she is fixing for his/her father and me I guess their they will have to find someone
in his/her place."
Does her of Harry it made to this intelligence.
"That is only some kind of place that I would appreciate to get", he said.
"Where they live the Mr. Leavitt?"
"A quarter of a mile from here--on the bridge. You will know him/it
well enough. It is a house of cottage, with a shop of shoe in the back courtyard."
"Thanks, gentleman", said Harry. "I will go there and I will feel my fortune."
"You wait for an instant", says the postal officer. "There is here a letter for
The Mr. Leavitt. If you are going there, you are able well as you bring him/it long.