“Yes, sir. I don’t mind.”
“I’m glad you don’t. The boy who had the place you now have left on account of that.”
Tom made up his mind it would take a good deal more than that to make him give up his job.
He took a car for the Back Bay district, and arrived at the Spidderkins mansion about seven o’clock. His knock was answered by the woman he now knew to be Mrs. Sandow.
“Well?” she asked ungraciously.
“I called to see Dr. Spidderkins.”
“What about?”
“I was told to collect ten dollars for some books.”
“Oh! Those everlasting books!” exclaimed Mrs. Sandow. “My brother-in-law spends more money on them than he does on the house. It’s all foolishness!”
She opened the door a little wider, and Tom took this for an invitation to enter.