“Won't he give you any more?”
“No; only last month I asked him for a raise, and he told me if I wasn't satisfied I might go elsewhere.”
“You didn't?”
“No, but I mean to soon. I will show old Pitkin that he can't keep a man of my experience for such a paltry salary. I dare say that Denning or Claflin would be glad to have me, and pay me what I am worth.”
Phil did not want to laugh, but when Mr. Wilbur, who looked scarcely older than himself, and was in appearance but a callow youth, referred to himself as a man of experience he found it hard to resist.
“Hadn't we better be going up stairs?” asked Phil.
“All right. Follow me,” said Mr. Wilbur, “and I'll take you to the superintendent of the room.”
“I am to report to Mr. Pitkin himself, I believe.”
“He won't be here yet awhile,” said Wilbur.
But just then up came Mr. Wilbur himself, fully half an hour earlier than usual.