“Thank you, sir. Good morning,” repeated Teddy hastily.
“Good morning,” returned Mr. Keene pleasantly.
Neither boy spoke until they had left the outer office behind. Then Teddy Burke gave vent to his disappointment. “We don’t know any more about whether we’re going to work here than we did when we came in,” he grumbled.
“It looks hopeful to me,” was Harry’s cheery response. “I’m going home and think just as hard as I can that I’m going to get the position. Mr. Keene looked so nice and kind, I don’t believe he’d tell us to come back in the morning if he didn’t intend to give us a trial.”
“Maybe not.” Teddy’s tones expressed lingering doubt. “I’ll try to make myself believe I’m goin’ to get it, too. If we don’t, we’ll just have to go somewhere else to find work.”
Harry nodded emphatically.
“The fellows up at West Park School will wish they were me, if I do get it. Won’t it be great not to have to go to school any more?”
“No, it won’t.” Harry’s face fell, as the memory of the school life which he had been obliged to leave rose before him. “I wish I could go to school.”
“Not for mine,” reiterated Ted slangily. “I’m all done with school forever and ever.”