“Now then, Nelson,” said Frank, “I offer you ten cents an hour, and make you superintendent of the little plant here.”
“What am I expected to superintend?” asked Nelson.
“Did you notify any of the boys?”
“Oh, yes—I could get an army of them, if needed.”
“I think about half-a-dozen will answer,” said Frank.
“They’ll be here shortly all right,” responded Nelson. “It’s vacation, and—there’s the first arrival now.”
A curly-pated, eager-faced little urchin popped in through the open doorway.
“Hey, Nelse, am I early enough?” he asked anxiously.
“Five cents an hour,” announced Frank, with a welcoming smile.