“You see, I got tired of the school. I’ve been there three years, so I told my uncle I would come to New York and see if I couldn’t get work.”
“I hope you may succeed,” said Hector, for he would not allow his dislikes to carry him too far. He felt that there was room in the world for Jim and himself, too.
“Are you going to work?” asked Jim.
“I hope so.”
“Got anything in view?”
“Not exactly.’”
“It would be a good thing if we could get into the same place.”
“Do you say that because we have always agreed so well?” asked Hector, amused.
“We may be better friends in future,” said Jim, with a grin.
Hector was judiciously silent.