"Good gracious! I can't believe it!" exclaimed Julius. "Why, it's tremendous pay. Can't you turn him off and get me in his place? What a swell I'd cut on ten dollars a week!"
"I wish you had the place," said Manson, thoughtfully; "but I don't know how to manage it."
"Try to think of some way, Uncle Emanuel," pleaded Julius. "I should have liked it at four, for ma only gives me a dollar a week allowance, and that is hardly enough to buy my cigarettes."
"You'd be a good deal better off if you gave up cigarettes. They are doing you no good."
And here Mr. Manson gave his nephew good advice.
"Put me in the place, and I'll do whatever you want me to," said Julius.
"I'll do my part," said the book-keeper.