“If John had not been here, I should have been obliged to advertise for a boy,” said the book-keeper, recovering his confidence.
“Have you seen Gilbert since?” inquired Mr. Sands.
“I have,” said John, grinning.
“Where did you see him? Do you know if he has another situation?”
“Oh, yes,” said John, chuckling; “he’s set up on his own account.”
“What do you mean?”
“T’other morning I saw him selling papers near the City Hall Park.”
“Humph!”
Mr. Sands said no more, but set about examining the books. Presently he put on his hat and went out.
“What do you think he’s going to do, Cousin Simon?” asked John, anxiously.