Latham, who was in the wholesale fruit business, and this gentleman agreed to give Charley Gamp a job, at two dollars a week and his board. He was to live with a man who had charge of a warehouse where fruit was unloaded, and was to be sent to night school.
This settled, the waif was fitted out with new clothing and other things, and the boys and girls and Mr. Porter made up a purse for him of twenty dollars.
"You had better put the money in a bank," said Dave. "Then you can use it as you need it, or put more to it."
"Twenty dollars!" gasped Charley Gamp, when he saw the money. "Wow! Say, I'll be a millionaire before you know it, won't I?" And this remark caused a laugh. He promised to put the money in a savings bank, where it would draw interest, and said he would try his best to add to it from his weekly wages.
"And will you go to school regularly?" asked Mr. Porter.
"Yes, sir, I'll give you my word," replied the street boy, promptly.
"And as soon as you learn to write, you must send us letters," put in Jessie. "I shall wish to hear from you very much."
"I'll write, miss. I can write a little already—printing letters," answered Charley Gamp.
