"What is that, sir?"
"Come to New York instead of Boston."
"I have no objection, sir, if there is any opening there for me."
"There is, and in my office. Do you think you would like to enter my office?"
"I should like it very much," said Grit eagerly.
"Then I will engage you at a salary of twelve dollars per week—for the first year."
"Twelve dollars!" exclaimed Grit, overwhelmed. "I had no idea a green hand could get such pay."
"Nor can they," answered Mr. Jackson, smiling; "but you remember that there is an unsettled account between us. I have not forgotten that you saved the life of my boy."
"I don't want any reward for that, sir."