"The same, sir. What can I do for you?"
"I came in answer to an advertisement in this morning's paper," said Nicholas. "I believe you desire an assistant."
"I do, sir," rejoined Mr. Squeers, coolly; "but if you are applying for the place, don't you think you're too young?"
"I hope not, sir, and I have a fair education. I could—"
"Could what?" interrupted the schoolmaster. "Could you lick the boys if they needed it?"
"I do not usually believe in that sort of punishment—" hesitated Nicholas.
"Could you do it?" urged Mr. Squeers.
"I think—if they needed it—I could lick anybody in your school," smiled Nicholas.
"Well, why didn't you say so? I guess I had better take you. I've got to leave town at eight o'clock to-morrow morning, and haven't time to look around. So be on hand sharp!"
Nicholas thanked him and promised to be on hand.