Thompson laughed. “Some job that, Tommy!”
“That's why I'd hire you.”
“And the dividends for the stockholders?”
“They'd increase.”
“Are you sure of that?”
Tommy stiffened. “I know I've talked like a silly ass, Mr. Thompson. But—”
“That's why I hired you. From to-day on your salary will be thirty dollars a week.” Tommy felt the blood rush to his cheeks. Also he then and there composed a telegram to send to his father. Then it seemed to him it couldn't be true. Then that though it was true, it couldn't last.
“Mr. Thompson, I—I don't know how to thank you,” he stammered.
“Then don't try. And although you are not entitled to it by our rules and regulations, you will get two weeks' vacation, beginning Saturday, on full pay at the new rate. I'm going away today myself. As for your future—” He paused and frowned slightly.
Tommy knew it! It couldn't last!