"Not yet. I was looking for a job when I met you." "Well, I hope ye strike wot ye want, lad. But it's hard to git a place in the city, some times." "I shall try my level best." "Wish I could git a job fer ye. But I don't know nubuddy." "I am going to try the hotels next. I have a strong letter of recommendation from a hotel man." "If ye don't git no work in Philadelphy come out on my farm. I'll board ye all winter fer nuthin'," went on Josiah Bean, generously. "Thank you, Mr. Bean; you are very kind." "I mean it. We don't live very high-falutin', but we have plenty o' plain, good victuals." "I'll remember what you say," answered our hero. An hour later he saw the countryman on a train bound for home, and then he started once more to look for a situation. CHAPTER XVII. JOE'S NEW POSITION. All of that afternoon Joe looked for a position among the various hotels of the Quaker City. But at each place he visited he received the same answer, that there was no help needed just then. "This is discouraging," he told himself, as he retired that night. "Perhaps I'll have to go to the country or back to Riverside after all." Yet he was up bright and early the next day and just as eager as ever to obtain a situation. He had heard of a new hotel called the Grandon House and visited it directly after breakfast. As he entered the corridor he heard his name called and turning around saw Andrew Mallison. "How do you do, Mr. Mallison," said our hero, shaking hands. "I didn't