I didn't intend to let him know that I was stone broke, 'cause it didn't seem the thing in a business man; but I did tell him that I hardly ever et quite so much as I had that night. Still, he wouldn't take any chances, so I took my blankets an' went on. I was purty sleepy after my meal, an' it was just all I could do to stagger up an' down the hills, before I found a place to flop in. It was under a little tree in a big yard, an' I got out at sun-up 'cause I didn't want any one to see a business man occupyin' such quarters as that. I didn't miss breakfast much that day, an' I went about my work singin' an' whistlin'. Just before noon I found a hundred dollars on the floor close to the door. I asked every one around if they had lost any money, an' most of 'em said no, an' them what bad lost any--an' the' was a purty high average that mornin'--had all lost the wrong amount, or else it was in a different kind of a sack; so I knocked off at noon, went to a new restaurant, an' et a fair meal, which they charged me one dollar for. I thought that was goin' a little stout for a porter, but I knew I'd find a place where I could live on my income as soon as I got better acquainted, an' I was purty light-hearted when I got back that noon. "You're nineteen minutes late," sez the floor boss. "Is that so; what's happened?" sez I, pleasantly. "You are not supposed to take more than an hour for lunch," sez he. "Well, you can just take the nineteen minutes out of the time I saved up yesterday," sez I. "You must understand right at the start that business depends on method," sez he, sour like. "Mr. Hailsworth wishes to see you at once." Hailsworth was the capital letter o' that outfit, an' I was glad o' the chance to see him, 'cause the' was some several changes I wanted to make in the porterin' department. I follered the floor boss upstairs an' back to a private room, where a little wizen-faced old man sat up an' looked at me over his spectacles. "I understand you found some money?" sez he. "I did," sez I. "Do you know who lost it?" "Well, no, not yet," sez he; "but of course you understand that any money that is found in this building belongs to the firm, unless its rightful owner claims it." "Well that's a new wrinkle" sez I. "Why don't it belong to me?" "'Cause you have hired your time to me, an' whatever you find here you find in my time, so it's mine. This is the law, an' I am very busy. Just hand it over at once." "That ain't right," sez I, "an' I don't intend to hand over a nickle of it."