“I didn't know he wanted a boy. What are you to do?”
“Go to the post-office, bank, and so on.”
“You're to be errand boy, then?”
“Yes.”
“That's the way I started,” said Mr. Wilbur patronizingly.
“What are you now?”
“A salesman. I wouldn't like to be back in my old position. What wages are you going to get?”
“Five dollars.”
“Five dollars a week!” ejaculated Mr. G. Washington Wilbur, in amazement. “Come, you're chaffing.”
“Why should I do that? Is that anything remarkable?”