“I should say it was,” answered Mr. Wilbur slowly.
“Didn't you get as much when you were errand boy?”
“I only got two dollars and a half. Did Pitkin tell you he would pay you five dollars a week.”
“No; Mr Carter told me so.”
“The old gentleman—Mr. Pitkin's uncle?”
“Yes. It was at his request that Mr. Pitkin took me on.”
Mr. Wilbur looked grave.
“It's a shame!” he commenced.
“What is a shame; that I should get five dollars a week?”
“No, but that I should only get a dollar a week more than an errand boy. I'm worth every cent of ten dollars a week, but the old man only gives me six. It hardly keeps me in gloves and cigars.”