“Mr. Drew, this is a young friend of mine, Joe Bodley. He worked for me this summer,—around the boats and also in the hotel. Now that the season is at an end he is trying to find something to do in the city. If you have an opening I can recommend him.”
Mr. Arthur Drew surveyed Joe critically. The new hotel was to be run in first-class style and he wanted his help to be of the best. He rather liked Joe's appearance and he took note of the fact that our hero's hands were scrupulously clean and that his shoes were blacked.
“I've got almost all the help I need, but I might take him on,” he said, slowly. “One of my present boys does not suit me at all. He is too impudent.”
“Well, Joe is never impudent and he is very reliable,” answered Andrew Mallison.
“I'll give you a trial.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“The wages will depend upon whether you board here or outside.”
“How much will you give me if I stay at the hotel?”
“Four dollars a week.”
“And what if I board outside?”