"A little of it won't do you any harm though, Nelson. Stay with it for a while, since you have left school for good, and something else will come along.... How do you like your boarding-house?"
"All right, sir."
When the manager had gone Nelson sat submerged in thought. He came to the conclusion that Mr. Robb had "some kick coming" or he would not give the banking business such cheap mention. He was swayed by the prejudice of his boyhood days when the bank boys of Hometon were the big dogs; and by the well-remembered expectations of his dear mother: "We're going to have a banker in our family!"
The same evening Evan was perched on a stool stamping a pad of "forms" when Watson entered.
"Hello, Nelson," casually. "There wasn't a phone call for me, was there?"
"No, I didn't hear any, Mr. Watson."
Bill turned his face and grinned. By and by he focused his black eyes on the new "swipe."
"How do you like banking by this time?" he asked soberly.
"I'm beginning to like it better," said Evan.
After a pause: "You know, they're apt to move a fellow any time; even you might be moved. You've got along a whole lot better than most juniors, and I wouldn't be sur——"