"I don't know. I hope it is to raise your wages."
"That isn't likely in these dull times, though a raise would be very welcome."
When Rupert had finished folding the pieces he was upon he left his place and knocked at the door of a small room occupied by the superintendent.
A man of about forty was seated at a desk writing.
"Mr. Frost," said Rupert, respectfully, "I hear you wish to speak with me."
"Yes; take a seat."
Rupert was tired, for he had been on his feet all day, and was glad to sink into a chair near the door.
"How long have you been in our employ?" asked the superintendent, in the quick tones habitual to him.
"Nearly six months."