"I don't know, sir. He has always been in the habit of sneering at me as a poor boy—a working boy—and unworthy to associate with him."
"You don't look like a poor boy. You are better dressed than I was at your age. Besides, you have a watch, I judge from the chain."
"Yes, sir; but all that is only lately. I have found a good friend who has been very kind to me."
"Who is he?"
"Roland Reed, the owner of the tin box I referred to."
"Roland Reed! I never heard the name. Where is he from?"
"From the West, I believe, though at present he is staying in New York."
"How much were you paid as janitor?"
"A dollar a week."
"That is very little. Is the amount important to you?"