ROBERT GETS A PLACE.
"You can go out and take a walk, Robert, while I go with Mr. Gray to his office."
"All right, sir."
"Now," said Marden, as they emerged into State street, "will you take the boy?"
"Yes, but I can't pay him much."
"How much?"
"Five dollars a week."
"That won't support him. He has been well brought up, and will need twelve."
Peter Gray stopped short and whistled in his surprise.
"I can't possibly pay twelve dollars to any clerk, not even if he were experienced—and this boy probably isn't."