“I don’t know about that, mother. I find it pays me. How much do you think the Peabodys are going to give me for my services?”
“Perhaps two dollars,” said Mrs. Gordon, looking at Andy in an inquiring way.
“Do you think two dollars would be pay enough for what I did, mother?”
“No; but boys are not paid as much as men, even where they are entitled to it.”
“There’s nothing mean about the Peabodys, mother. They have promised me more than that.”
“Five dollars, perhaps.”
“You will have to multiply five by ten!” said Andy, triumphantly.
“You don’t mean to say you are to have fifty dollars?” ejaculated Mrs. Gordon, quite overpowered by surprise.
“Yes, I do. Toward night I’ll go up and get the money. I didn’t want to take it along to the bank, for I might have had that stolen, too.”
“Certainly you are in luck, Andy,” said his mother. “With what came in your poor father’s wallet, we shall be very well off.”