“He’s always scoldin’; he says I am not half as smart as you.”
“I am much obliged to Mr. Tripp for his favorable opinion, but he didn’t think enough of me to give me decent pay.”
“He’s awful mean. He’s talkin’ of reducin’ me to two dollars a week. He says business is very poor, and he isn’t makin’ any money.”
“I wish you and I were making half as much as he.”
“There’s one thing I don’t understand, Chester. You ain’t workin’, yet you seem to have money.”
“How do you know I have?”
“Mr. Tripp says you came into the store three or four days ago and changed a five-dollar bill.”
“Yes; Mr. Tripp seemed anxious to know where I got it.”
“You didn’t use to have five-dollar bills, Chester, when you were at work.”
“This five-dollar bill dropped down the chimney one fine morning,” said Chester, laughing.