“A new broom sweeps clean,” sneered Moore, in an unpleasant tone.
“Do you mean me?” asked Gilbert.
“Yes; you are trying to make Mr. Sands think you a model.”
“I hope he won’t think that, for he will find out his mistake.”
“He will find out his mistake,” said Moore; “I predict that.”
“I intend to do my work faithfully,” said Gilbert; “there will be no mistake about that.”
“I’ve heard boys talk that way before. They don’t deceive me.”
Just then Mr. Sands entered. He greeted Gilbert pleasantly.
“So you are on hand in good season. I like to see that.”
“I shall try not to be late, sir.”