“Where is Gilbert?”
“Gone to the post-office.”
“I have sometimes thought, Mr. Moore, that you were prejudiced against the boy.”
“I was at first, sir,” said Moore; “but on the whole he seems faithful, and disposed to do his duty.”
Mr. Sands smiled slightly, but this Mr. Moore did not observe.
“I think well of him myself,” he said.
“If he does well, he won’t have reason to complain of me,” said the book-keeper.
Again Mr. Sands smiled, but said nothing. Just as he was leaving the office for the cars, Gilbert returned.
“I wish, Gilbert, you would accompany me to the Courtland Street Ferry,” said his employer. “I am going to Washington this afternoon.”
“Indeed, sir!”