"You are a sensible man."
"Is that your son, Dick?"
"No, I wish he were. He is a young friend of mine, who is for a short time under my protection. His name is Robert Frost. Don't you want a clerk in your office?"
"Well, I don't know," said Mr. Gray. "If he were your son now——"
"Consider him my son, then. But we'll speak of this after dinner."
"All right, Dick."
Robert's eyes lighted up with pleasant anticipation. He felt that he would indeed be fortunate if he should obtain a place at once. He would not be able to look up to his employer, for the cripple was a little less than five feet in height, but their relations might be pleasant, nevertheless.
CHAPTER X.