"You will get something. I will speak to the treasurer and arrange matters for you."
Accordingly on Saturday evening, after the last performance, Jed was made happy by receiving twelve dollars, or at the rate of four dollars per week for the time he had been employed.
"Mr. Mordaunt directs me to say that he would pay you more if the business would permit," said the treasurer.
"Tell him this is more than I expected," said Jed elated.
"That isn't professional," remarked Bertram smiling. "Actors generally claim to be worth a good deal more than they are paid."
"I haven't been on the stage long enough to be professional," said Jed.
Early on Monday morning Jed and his friend Bertram took the cars for Sea Spray. As they neared the coast, the ocean breeze entered cool and refreshing through the open windows. Presently the cars stopped, only two hundred feet from the bluff, and Jed for the first time gazed with delight at the Atlantic billows rolling in on the beach.
"This is beautiful!" he exclaimed. "I hope I can stay here all summer."
"Have you never seen the sea before?"