"I cannot live on five dollars, I am afraid."
"Well, you pick up a good deal, you know," replied Mr. Hinks, and closed one eye suggestively.
"You mean in the way of tips?"
"Tips? Oh, no, they go to the waiters. But through making change and the like," and Mr. Hinks closed one eye again.
Robert's face flushed.
"Do you mean by giving people the wrong change?" he demanded indignantly.
"I didn't say so. But I know almost every cashier picks up lots of extra money in one way and another."
"Not if they are honest, sir. And I would not be dishonest—I would starve first. I am out for business, but not the kind of business you seem to expect of your employees."
At this plain talk Mr. Hinks scowled darkly at Robert.
"Here, here, I won't have you speak to me in this fashion," he blustered. "If you don't like the offer I've made you, you can get out."