"You may get tired of me, Uncle Dick."
"Perhaps so, but I don't believe it."
"Will you write to me?"
"I'm not much on letter writing, but I reckon I'll be able to scribble a few lines occasionally."
Robert remained with the miner till Thursday morning, and then made his way to Mr. Gray's office.
He found a tall young man with tallowy hair and freckles standing behind the counter.
"What can I do for you, boy?" he asked with lofty politeness.
Robert smiled.
"I'm the new clerk," he said. "Didn't Mr. Gray mention me?"