“What you have are not decent to go away from home in,” interrupted his mother.
Roy held up his hands in amused protest. Then he turned seriously to his father.
“What do you think they’ll pay me?”
Mr. Osborne thought a moment. Then he said:
“Considering everything, the risk and the distance from home, I’m going to suggest two hundred dollars a month.”
Roy’s eyes flared open in astonishment.
“Why I never made over a dollar a day in my life—when I worked,” the boy exclaimed.
“It isn’t because it’s you—it’s the job,” added his father. “It won’t last long, you know. But what has that to do with your outfit?”
“Well, if I work for six weeks, that’s three hundred dollars,” answered Roy, “and I suppose my expenses out there won’t be much.”
“The company will likely pay all your living expenses. But what are you getting at?” persisted his father.