"Five now, five on delivery." He handed it over. "Now you there, listen up." The old man turned to the other girls and boys in the lineup. Their tattered clothing and blended layers of dirt formed a unified whole. At the Professor’s beckoning, they shuffled forward. "This boy, Red, has a letter for Manhattan delivery. He has five dollars in cash in his pocket. I don’t care who delivers the letter, in fact I—"