At this solemnity June smiled.
“He’s a very good man.” A warmth of affection fused the simple words. “Why he took me from down there as you might say.” William pointed to the ground. “And now I’m his assistant.”
“At how much a week,” said the practical June, “if the question isn’t rude?”
“I get fifteen shillings.”
“A week?”
“Yes. And board and lodging.”
She looked the young man steadily in the eyes. “You are worth more.”
“If the master thinks I’m worth more, he’ll give it to me.”
June pursed her lips and shook a dubious head. Evidently she was not convinced.
“Oh, yes, I’m sure he will. In fact, he’s promised to raise my wages half a crown from the first of the new year.”