“Is that really so?”
“It is quite true.”
“Some folks are lucky,” said John, enviously. “I aint one of that kind. I wish I could get your old place.”
“I am afraid Mr. Sands wouldn’t take you back. I wish he would, and that you would do so well that he would keep you.”
“That will do to say; but you wouldn’t help me back.”
“Yes, I would, and will. I will go down to the office now, and ask Mr. Sands to take you back.”
“You will, after the mean way I have treated you?” exclaimed John, in surprise.
“I don’t bear any malice, John,” said Gilbert. “Here, take my hand, and look upon me as a friend. If I can’t get you back into my old place, I’ll try elsewhere. Come, let us take the cars down-town, and I’ll see what I can do for you.”
“What a good fellow you are, Gilbert!” said John, much moved. “I am ashamed of trying to injure you.”
“You didn’t know me, then. But, John, will you try to give satisfaction, if you are taken back?”