“Did he know anything about the plan of my teaching?”
“Yes; his father mentioned it to him.”
“What did he say?” asked Walter, curiously.
“I hope it won’t hurt your feelings if I tell you, but he did not seem in favor of your appointment. He seems to think that you will not succeed. Are you frightened?”
“I shall not expect a very cordial welcome from John,” said Walter; “but if that is all the opposition I am to encounter, I shan’t trouble myself much.”
“You have never inquired the salary paid,” said Barclay.
It was true. Walter had not thought of this, as he had another object in view of much more importance, and chiefly desired the school because it would give him an excuse to remain in Portville without suspicions as to his real motive. However, he felt some interest in the matter, and inquired as to the amount he might expect.
“There isn’t much chance of a teacher growing rich in Portville,” said Mr. Barclay. “All I receive is forty dollars per month, and I pay five dollars a week board. That is below the usual price, but they make allowance at the hotel for my small income.”
“That will satisfy me,” said Walter. “I made more as a book agent, but then it was harder work.”
“I hope you will find the position agreeable. I shall feel relieved to give up the school. I ought to have done it before.”