“Where are you goin’, Rodney?” asked Mike. “You ain’t let off so early, are you?”
“I am let off for good and all, Mike.”
“What’s that?”
“I am discharged.”
“What for?” asked Mike in amazement.
“I will tell you when you get home tonight.”
Rodney went back to his room, and lay down sad and despondent. Some hours later Mike came in, and was told the story. The warm hearted telegraph boy was very angry.
“That boss of yours must be a stupid donkey,” he said.
“I don’t know. The parcel was found in my room.”
“Anybody’d know to look at you that you wouldn’t steal.”