“Well, Greyson, all I can say is, you are the luckiest boy I ever knew. I wish I could earn two dollars an evening.”
“I’ll try to get you a chance,” said Gilbert, demurely. “What can you teach?”
“Well, I aint very fresh in my studies,” said Alphonso. “I guess it wouldn’t be of any use. Aint you going to work in the daytime?”
“I shall get back into the broker’s office if I can.”
“Then you will have quite an income for a boy, Gilbert,” said Mr. Ingalls.
“Don’t you think you could take me up and introduce me to the Vivians some evening?” insinuated Alphonso.
“I don’t think I could, Mr. Jones.”
“Oh! it’s of no consequence,” said Alphonso, with apparent indifference. “I have any quantity of high-toned friends who move in the first circles. Some of them know the Vivians, and that’s why I wanted to be introduced.”
“I wonder if that fellow expects to be believed,” said Mr. Ingalls, after Alphonso had retired.