"I think not."
"The sidewalk ought to be cleaned. That boy evidently doesn't want work."
"I will clean the walk, if you wish me to," put in Hal.
"I have an office boy who is expected to do such things," replied Mr. Sumner. "That is, when the janitor of the building doesn't get at it in time. But he is getting more negligent every day. Yes, you might as well do the job, and then come into the back office and have a talk with me."
"Yes, sir."
"Mr. Hardwick, just show Carson where the shovel and broom are."
The book-keeper scowled.
"This way," he said, and led the boy to a small closet under a stairs.
Just as Hal was about to leave the office with the broom and the shovel, a tall, well dressed boy entered.
He was whistling at a lively rate, but stopped short on seeing Mr. Sumner.