"You are impertinent," said Randolph, scowling. It dawned upon him that Luke was chaffing him.
"I don't mean to be. If I have been, I apologize. If you know of any situation which will pay me a fair sum, I wish you would mention me."
"I'll see about it," said Randolph, in an important tone. He was pleased at Luke's change of tone. "I don't think you can get back as janitor, for my father doesn't like you."
"Couldn't you intercede for me, Randolph?"
"Why, the fact is, you put on so many airs, for a poor boy, that I shouldn't feel justified in recommending you. It is your own fault."
"Well, perhaps it is," said Luke.
"I am glad you acknowledge it. I don't know but my father will give you a chance to work round our house, make fires, and run errands."
"What would he pay?" asked Luke, in a businesslike tone.
"He might pay a dollar and a half a week."
"I'm afraid I couldn't support myself on that."