"I'm wondering," said Jim thoughtfully, "just how Davy would like it if he knew you were going to beg a job for him."
"I'm not going to beg a job. I will merely state the case to Mr.
Radbourne."
"Suppose he concludes that making a job for Davy is too high a price to pay even for your ladyship's favor?"
Mrs. Jim smiled confidently. "Mr. Radbourne and I understand each other. And he doesn't have to pay for my favor. I have made him a present of it."
Two mornings later David found a note from Jim, asking him to call at the bank. David obeyed the summons at once.
"Davy," Jim began, "did you mean what you said the other day about a job?"
"Yes," David answered quietly.
"Well, I took you at your word. And I think I've landed you one. Radbourne & Company want a good man to do mechanical drawing. They'll pay a hundred and fifty to the right man at the start, and they'll raise that later if you turn out well. Do you care to try it on?"
"Yes," David said again.
"I still think you're making a mistake—but that's your business.
Shall we go around to Radbourne's now?"