“I don’t know.”
“Then make it your business to find out.”
“I suppose you know what good it’s going to do, aunt, but I don’t. He’s got his place here with the old man.”
“If Mr. Wharton hears that he is discharged, and has lost his situation, he will probably discharge him, too.”
“Perhaps so; I suppose you know best.”
“Do as I tell you, and I will manage the rest.”
“All right. I need your help enough. To-night, for instance, I’m regularly cleaned out. Haven’t got but twenty-five cents to my name.”
“It seems to me, Thomas,” said his aunt, with a troubled look, “you are always out of money. I’ll give you five dollars, Thomas, but you must remember that I am not made of money. My wages are small.”
“You ought to have a good nest-egg laid aside, aunt.”
“I’ve got something, Thomas, and when I die, it’ll be yours.”