“He discharged me for just nothing at all. That’s what my cousin, the book-keeper, says.”
“Is Mr. Moore your cousin?” asked Gilbert, who began now to understand the cause of his own unpopularity with that official.
“Yes; he lives at our house.”
Gilbert said nothing, judging that it would be repeated.
“I hope you will get another place,” he said, politely.
“I don’t want another place. I want to be where my cousin is.”
Gilbert felt rather awkward.
“That is natural,” he said; “I am sorry you are disappointed, but, of course, I am glad to get a place. I have to shift for myself, and it is necessary I should be earning money.”
“You won’t stay long; old Sands will discharge you.”
“I hope not. If I do my duty faithfully, I don’t see why he should.”