“You don't call trampin' round huntin' and fishin' work, do you?” said Ebenezer.
“It is very agreeable work, sir.”
“But it stands to reason that you can't earn much that way. I wouldn't give you twenty-five cents a week for such doings.”
“Are you willing to pay me more than Mr. Melville does?” asked Herbert, demurely, smiling to himself.
“How much does he pay you now?” asked Ebenezer, cautiously.
“Six dollars a week.”
“Six dollars a week!” repeated the storekeeper, in incredulous amazement. “Sho! you're joking!”
“You can ask Mr. Melville, sir.”
Ebenezer regarded George Melville with an inquiring look.
“Yes, I pay Herbert six dollars a week,” said he, smiling.