"We don't pay much more ourselves. There is so much competition that we have to sell low."
"Mother would rather make for you at eighteen cents than for Gripp for twenty," said Dan.
Mr. Jackson was pleased, but he said, by way of drawing out Dan:
"How do you know but I am a mean skinflint, too?"
"You don't look like one," said the boy.
Mr. Jackson smiled graciously.
"Joseph," said he, "have we any vests ready for making?"
"Yes, sir. We have some bundles of half a dozen each."
"Take this boy's name and address and give him one. My boy, we will pay your mother twenty-five cents each, but we expect good work."