“Now then, Nelson,” said Frank, “I offer you ten cents an hour, and make you superintendent of the little plant here.” “What am I expected to superintend?” asked Nelson. “Did you notify any of the boys?” “Oh, yes--I could get an army of them, if needed.” “I think about half-a-dozen will answer,” said Frank. “They’ll be here shortly all right,” responded Nelson. “It’s vacation, and--there’s the first arrival now.” A curly-pated, eager-faced little urchin popped in through the open doorway. “Hey, Nelse, am I early enough?” he asked anxiously. “Five cents an hour,” announced Frank, with a welcoming smile. “Oh, my!” cried the little fellow--“five times twenty-four is, let me see--a naught and two to carry, a dollar and twenty cents. Whoop!” “Here, here, you don’t suppose we’re going to work all day and all night, too, do you?” said Nelson. “Eight hours will tire you out soon enough.” “Forty cents a day, then,” cried the little fellow. “Say, I’ll be rich!” Within the next ten minutes as many as a dozen other boys arrived. The news of Frank Newton having work to be done, had spread like wildfire among juvenile Greenville. All hands begged for employment, but Frank could not hire all of them. He engaged first boys whose families needed help, and promised the others they should work as substitutes when any of the original employes dropped out of the ranks. “Now then, friends,” said Frank, as soon as the hiring business was disposed of, “Nelson Cady will direct what you are to do. You had better all of you go home first and put on the oldest duds you can find, for this is going to be dirty work. Look here, Nelson.” Frank had got a big piece of chalk at a carpenter’s shop on his way home from the interview with Mr. Buckner. With this he now divided the floor space of one whole side of the store into sections about six feet square. “You see, Nelson,” he said to his superintendent, “first you tip over one of those big packing cases onto the floor.” “All right, Frank.” “Then begin picking out an article at a time. Suppose it is a hammer comes first: write with chalk on the edge of a section ‘Hammers,’ and then group all the hammers you find by themselves.” “I understand,” nodded Nelson. “Label all the squares plainly. Mass everything of its class in distinct heaps. That is the first start in your work.” Frank had some of his regular village chores to do. He was gone over an hour attending to various duties. As he came back to the store again, Frank was spurred up by the busy hum of industry. Half-a-dozen urchins peering enviously in at the open front door made way for him. He gave them a kind word and stepped inside to take a sweeping view of his juvenile working force. A great rattlety-bang was going on as the boys pulled over the heap of debris. Hands and faces were grimed. There were some blistered fingers, but the boys were working like bees in a hive.