"What is it, Ralph?" asked his mother, anxiously.
"Just as I thought, mother. My services as bridge tender will not be required after this week," returned Ralph, bitterly.
"Let me see the letter." Mrs. Nelson took and read the epistle. "It is too bad!"
"It's an outrage, mother, that's what it is! And all on account of that aristocratic sneak, Percy Paget!"
"Do not call harsh names, Ralph!"
"I can't help it, mother; he is a sneak, and worse. He brought on the row, took that money, and I am certain he broke our windows into the bargain!"
Mrs. Nelson did not reply. She thought in silence for a moment, and the look of anxiety on her face deepened.
"What shall we do when you are out of work, Ralph?"
"I must try to obtain another job, mother."
"But if you are not successful?"