"You were very kind to my little boy," said Mrs. Benton, gratefully. "Won't you sit down? This is my husband."
Mr. Benton was a man of medium size. His features were worn and sad.
"Pray take a seat," he said. "We haven't many callers and fewer friends. We can appreciate kindness, as we meet with it so seldom."
"Harry tells me you are in the employ of Mr. Lorimer on Third Avenue."
"Yes."
"He says you are poorly paid."
"Five dollars a week can hardly be considered liberal," returned Mr. Benton, with a faint smile.
"Mr. Lorimer is a very mean man."
"Do you know him?"