“I am to be employed three hours daily, at fifty cents an hour.”
“Geewhillikens! that’s good! You’d have to work as much as twelve hours at the museum for the same pay.”
“You see, therefore, that I am provided for—that is, if I suit.”
Dodger was a little disappointed. Still, he could not help admitting that it would be better for Florence to teach three hours, than to work ten or twelve. As to her having any objection to appearing at a dime museum, that never occurred to him.
Florence had sent for her trunk, and it was now in her room.
Dodger accompanied an expressman to the house, and luckily saw Jane, who arranged everything for him.
“How’s the old gentleman?” asked Dodger. “Florence wanted me to ask.”
“He’s feeble,” said Jane, shaking her head.
“Does he miss Florence?”
“That he do.”