It must carry him through the day unless he got work . The five cents must be kept for some dire emergency . He started uptown rather aimlessly . In his week 's wanderings he had come to know the city very well and no longer felt confused with its size and bustle . He envied every busy boy he saw . Back in Upton he had sometimes resented the fact that he was kept working continually and was seldom allowed an hour off . Now he was burdened with spare time . It certainly did not seem as if things were fairly divided , he thought . And then he thought no more just then , for one of the queer spells in his head came on . He had experienced them at intervals during the last three days . Something seemed to break loose in his head and spin wildly round and round , while houses and people and trees danced and wobbled all about him . Chester vaguely wondered if this could be what Aunt Harriet had been wont to call a `` judgement . '' But then , he had done nothing very bad -- nothing that would warrant a judgement , he thought . It was surely no harm to run away from a place where you were treated so bad and where they did not seem to want you . Chester felt bitter whenever he thought of Aunt Harriet . Presently he found himself in the market square of Montrose . It was market day , and the place was thronged with people from the surrounding country settlements . Chester had hoped that he might pick up a few cents , holding a horse or cow for somebody or carrying a market basket , but no such chance offered itself . He climbed up on some bales of pressed hay in one corner and sat there moodily ; there was dejection in the very dangle of his legs over the bales . Chester , you see , was discovering what many a boy before him has discovered -- that it is a good deal easier to sit down and make a fortune in dreams than it is to go out into the world and make it .
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