“So it is, and we expect a first-class boy for that.”
“Have you got a better boy in his place?”
“Yes; I have taken in a cousin of mine who knows my ways and satisfies me.”
“Was it the boy I saw just after I came in—a dark-complexioned boy with black hair?”
“Yes, that is Felix.”
“And you find him better than Chester?”
“Yes.”
Silas Tripp did not make any comments, but he had not been very favorably impressed by the little he had seen of Chester’s successor.
“Mebbe Chester isn’t adapted to the city,” Silas said.
“I think you are right. It would be better for him to go back into your store, but country boys fancy they must come to the city and become city business men.”