when they entered the factory and were greeted by the mingled aroma of chocolate, wintergreen and molasses. "I could eat ten pounds of chocolates this minute!" exclaimed Van. "Go easy. Remember, we've got to wait until we have made the entire tour of this factory before we can have so much as a single caramel. You mustn't go getting up your appetite so soon." "But smell it, Bobbie! Why, the whole place is one mellifluous smudge. What do you say we chuck Colversham and get a job here? Think of having pounds of candy--tons of it--around all the time! Wouldn't it be a snap!" Van was cut short in his rhapsody by the approach of a pleasant faced lad of about his own age who was dressed from head to foot in white and wore a little white cap, across the front of which was printed in gold letters the word _Eureka_. "Are you Mr. Carlton?" he inquired of Van. "I'm not, but my chum is." "We were expecting you," the boy answered, turning to Bob. "I am to show you and your friend through the works. Will you kindly step this way?" Tagging at the heels of their white-robed guide Bob and Van made their way through a large storeroom stacked to the ceiling with fancy boxes of various sizes, shapes, and colors. "Give up Colversham, Bob, and maybe you could come here and wear a white suit every day and personally conduct visitors through the works; perhaps they'd even pay you in bonbons," whispered Van. "He must be about our age," returned Bob. "I wonder what they pay him." "I'd lots rather have had a man take us round," said Van softly. "Do you suppose this fellow knows anything?" All the way up in the elevator the two visitors watched the white-suited boy curiously and when they alighted in the large, sun-flooded room at the top of the factory they were still speculating as to his age and how much he earned, and marveling that so young a representative should have been selected to explain to them the candy industry. The room they entered was high and airy and at the further end of it, moving amid steam that rose from a score of copper kettles, a great many men in spotless white were hurrying about.