“I think you had better stay where you are,” was the unsatisfactory reply.
This was rather a damper to Harry, who had expected to be congratulated.
“Why?” he asked.
“Because you’re a mere boy, and can’t expect to earn twelve dollars a week.”
“No, I don’t suppose I shall at first; but then, you see, Mr. Fairchild was a friend of my father.”
“But, when he finds that you don’t earn your money, he’ll get dissatisfied with you, and send you home.”
“I don’t know about that,” said Harry, stoutly. “I mean to do my best.”
“You have no experience.”
“I shall get it.”
“Oh, well, suit yourself,” said the young man; “only if it turns out as I tell you, you mustn’t be surprised.”