“Good day, Mr. Flack.”
“Good day, Ben,” answered the shoemaker, resting his eye approvingly on Ben’s sturdy frame and bright, honest face.
“I called to see what proposal you made to Mr. Winter about me,” said Ben abruptly. “You promised to teach me the business, didn’t you?”
“Yes; I agreed to take you till you were twenty-one.”
“And Mr. Winter thought favorable of it, did he?”
“Yes; he said you might come.”
“What benefit is Mr. Winter to get out of it?” asked Ben.
“How old be you now?”
“Fifteen.”
“Well, I agreed to take care of you till you were twenty-one, and pay him fifty dollars a year over and above for your services. Seems to me that’s a fair offer.”