“Oho!” thought Ben, “now I understand. It’s the fifty dollars a year that Jacob Winter is after. Money is his idol, and he expects to make about three hundred dollars out of me.”
“Did Mr. Winter tell you I would come?” he asked after a pause.
“Yes; he said it struck him favorable.”
“But I don’t like the business, Mr. Flack.”
“That’s only a boy’s idee. You may as well make your livin’ that way as any other.”
“When did Mr. Winter say I could begin?”
“The first week in September.”
“That’s the time the high school commences. I was expecting to attend there.”
“Jacob Winter thinks you’ve got eddication enough. You’ve got as much as he or I.”
“Didn’t you ever think you would like to know more than you do, Mr. Flack?”