“Welcome, my dear boy,” said the housekeeper, warmly. “I am so glad to see you.”
Willis submitted reluctantly to his stepmother's caress, and threw himself into a rocking chair opposite her.
“Are you well, Willis?” asked Mrs. Estabrook, anxiously.
“Yes, I'm well enough,” muttered the young man.
“I thought you looked out of sorts.”
“I feel so.”
“Is anything the matter?”
“Yes; I'm sick of working at such starvation wages.”
“I thought fifteen dollars a week a very good salary. Only last January you were raised three dollars.”
“And I expected to be raised three dollars more on the first of July.”