CHAPTER IV
CONCERNING SANDWICHES
The arrangement that Barton made for his late client’s son was to enter the banking house of Carter, Rand & Seagraves, on a salary of twelve hundred dollars a year. Don found the letter at the Harvard Club the next morning, and immediately telephoned Barton.
“Look here!” he exclaimed. “I appreciate what you’ve tried to do and all that, but what in thunder good is twelve hundred dollars a year?”
“It is at least twelve hundred more than you have now,” suggested Barton.
“But how can I live on it?”
“You must remember you have the house––”
“Hang the house,” Don interrupted. “I must eat and smoke and buy clothes, mustn’t I? Besides, there’s Frances. She needs ten thousand a year.”