“Oh, a factory boy.”
“Yes; he is learning the business.”
“He doesn’t seem to be very ambitious,” sneered Mrs. Crawford.
“On the contrary, he is looking forward to being in business for himself some day.”
“On your money—I understand.”
“Really, Mrs. Crawford, you do the boy injustice. He hints nothing of the kind. He evidently means to raise himself gradually as his employer did before him. By the way, he has a home in his employer’s family. I think Mr. Jennings must have taken a fancy to Carl.”
“I hope he will find him more agreeable than I did,” said Mrs. Crawford, sharply.
“Are you quite sure that you always treated Carl considerately, my dear?”
“I didn’t flatter or fondle him, if that is what you mean. I treated him as well as he could expect.”
“Did you treat him as well as Peter, for example?”