Harry made no reply, being rather offended at the manner in which his communication had been received. He did not suspect that John Gaylord was secretly envying him all the while, and contrasting his own poor prospects very discontentedly with Harry’s. But he was not in the least discouraged. He had faith in himself, and felt sure that if he did his best, as he meant to, he should get on well enough. He gave Mr. Porter notice that he should leave him at the end of the week. The latter congratulated him on his good prospects, and expressed satisfaction with his services while in his employ.
The next day, as if by accident, Squire Turner entered the store, and, advancing to the counter behind which Harry was standing, said with unusual graciousness:—
“Well, my young friend, how are you getting on?”
“Very well, thank you, sir,” said Harry.
“I think Mr. Porter may find it for his interest to engage you permanently.”
“I have accepted another situation,” said our hero, with a little excusable importance.
“Indeed!” said the squire, in assumed surprise. “In Vernon?”
“No, sir, in New York.”
“I am surprised to hear it. It is not easy to obtain a situation in the city. How did you hear of it?”