“From Darlton.”
“What’s your father?”
“He’s an engineer on a ship.”
“On board of a man-of-war?”
“No; on one of the big ships that go to Australia,” replied Alfred.
“I suppose you think no small cheese of yourself now you’ve got a place in the choir, don’t you?” said the other with a sneer.
“I am very pleased to get into this choir, as I am fond of music, and I hope I shall be an organist some day,” replied Alfred.
“Organist!” laughed the other. “You’ll never be fit for anything except to blow the organ. I suppose you would consider that assistant-organist?”
“Certainly! some people aren’t good enough even for that,” replied Alfred, moving behind the stone pillar.
“Oh, indeed!” said King, “aren’t they?”