"You'll have to take it out in expecting, then."
"Will I?" asked Sam, rather crestfallen.
"The fact is, we boys don't get paid enough," said Henry.
"No, I guess not," said Sam, assenting readily. "Do you have to work pretty hard?" he inquired.
"As hard as I want to."
"It must be jolly to be a boss, and only have to read letters, and write 'em," said Sam, who had rather an inadequate notion of his employer's cares. "I'd like to be one."
"I've got a rich uncle," said Henry Martin. "I wish he'd set me up in business when I'm twenty-one."
"How much is he worth?"
"About a hundred thousand dollars; I don't know but more."
"Do you think he will set you up?" asked Sam, rather impressed.