"And for compensation I will pay you as much as my brother does."
"I wouldn"t charge anything for helping Roy," said Andy. "It would only be a pleasure to me."
"Andrew," said Mr. Crawford. "I am afraid you will never make a business man if you are willing to work on those terms. My advice to you is to accept my sister"s offer. She can afford to pay you what she offers, and you have your living to make."
"I shall insist upon paying," said Mrs. Mason, "though I appreciate Andy"s generous offer."
"Thank you very much. With such an income I shall feel rich."
"I am so glad you are going to help me, Andy," said Roy. "We"ll have bully times."
"I don"t think Julius Caesar ever made use of such an expression, Roy,"
said his uncle.
"When do you wish me to come down to business, Mr. Crawford?" asked Andy.
"You may as well come to-morrow, and get broken in before your regular engagement commences."
"I shall be glad to do so."
"For this week you need only stay till three o"clock in the afternoon.
There isn"t much doing after that."
When Andy went home it will not be wondered at if he was in a state of exhilaration. His discharge from the jeweler"s had turned out to his advantage. His income was now ten dollars a week, and he had no board to pay. He certainly ought to lay up money.
He said to himself that now he would not go back to Mr. Flint"s even if he had the chance.
When he entered his room he found Sam Perkins waiting for him.
"I have been thinking, Andy," he said, "that I might be able to get you into our store. I will speak to Mr. Chambers to-morrow."
"There is no occasion, Sam, though I thank you for your kind offer; I have a place."
"What, already?" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Sam, in amazement. "What chance have you had to hunt up a place?"
"The place hunted me up," answered Andy, with a smile. "I met a gentleman at dinner, who offered to take me into his employment."
"What business?"
"Real estate."
"What is the firm?"
"John Crawford & Co."
"I know of the house. The office is on lower Broadway. It is a big firm."
"I am glad of that."
"How much are you to get?"
"Five dollars a week."
"Won"t you find it hard to live on that?"
"I have got another place, too."
"What do you mean?"
"I am to help a boy about his Latin in the evening. I shall get five dollars a week for that, too."
"What! ten dollars a week in all?"
"You are right. I give you credit for your mathematical talent."
"Why, Andy, you are born to good luck! I wish I was paid ten dollars a week," said Sam, rather enviously. "But I didn"t know you understood Latin."
"You don"t know how learned I am," said Andy, smiling.
"When will you get time for your pupil?"
"In the evening."
"I am sorry for that. I sha"n"t often meet you if you are to be occupied day and evening, too."
"We shall meet at breakfast and supper. I sha"n"t leave here to go uptown till half-past seven."
"But you can"t go to the theater."
"I am willing to give that up for five dollars a week."
"So would I be."
"If I hear of any other boy who needs a Latin tutor I will recommend you."
The next morning Andy reported at Mr. Crawford"s office. The office he found to be a large one, consisting of three rooms, one of them small, and appropriated to Mr. Crawford"s special use.
In the outer rooms were two or three clerks and a boy. The last, James Grey, was a good-natured looking fellow, but he had no force or efficiency. He had already received notice that he was to be discharged on the coming Sat.u.r.day.
"I suppose you are coming in my place," said he to Andy.
"I suppose so. I am sorry that I shall be throwing you out of a position."
"Oh, you needn"t mind. I am to be telephone boy at an uptown hotel. My cousin got the place for me."
"I am glad of that."
"It will be a soft snap, I think."