“In the side, but it is no odds, it was the shock more than anything. The gate was half open, and I ran against the end. It’s really nothing, Katie.”
“Well, Frank, and is it all right? Is the work to begin at last?”
“Yes, darling; thank God, it begins on Monday.”
“And there is no hitch? nothing disagreeable with Fred?”
“No, Kate; we have mutually agreed as to the terms of the contract. I am to do it at so much a yard, and as each cutting is done, I am to be paid the profit, and in the meantime I am to draw two pounds a week.”
“Two pounds! that seems very little, Frank?”
“Well, it can hardly be termed wealth, Katie, but our expenses here are very small, and I dare say we shall manage well enough. Besides, as each cutting is finished, there will be the profit.”
“It is only a pound a week to live on, Frank. The rent and Hannah and nurse come to the other pound.”
“Well, we must try, Katie, and if we can’t make it do, I must ask Fred to let me draw a little more. I did not wish to press matters the first time, you see. He will soon see how useful I shall be, and then no doubt there will be no difficulty about arranging to draw more each week. At any rate, thank God, Katie, I am going to earn something at last.”