"I have no doubt you are right. However, I never was ambitious to become a bookkeeper. What salary were you accustomed to earn?"
"A hundred dollars a month."
"You couldn't get rich on that. I have done better than that. Every man to his trade, as some wise man has said."
"Are you fond of hunting, Rupert?" asked Giles Packard one day.
"When I lived in the country I used to go gunning sometimes."
"We have some very good hunting here. I should like to go with you, but at present my business will not permit. I think, however, that I can find you a companion, if you would like to try it."
"I should," answered Rupert, promptly.
"There is a man who lives about three miles from me, in a small house near the river. He is a shiftless sort of fellow, but he is a good hunter. I will offer him pay to go with you, and his living during the trip. You will find it pleasant to stay about a week. I suppose you won't mind roughing it?'
"No, that is what I shall like."