"Suppose you tell me?"
"You want Mr. Bradford to give you a recommendation, so you can get another place."
"You are sharp, Julius," said Paul, laughing.
"It doesn't take much sharpness to see that."
"Where are you going?"
"To the post-office."
"Very well. We may meet in the office. Good-morning."
"I don't understand that boy," said Julius to himself. "Anybody would think he was all right, instead of having lost his place and a salary of ten dollars a week. It's awful mean of the old man to pay me only four. I'm worth as much as Paul any day."
Such was the idea of Julius, and he was by no means singular in thinking well of himself. That is rather common among men as well as boys.
Paul went on his way and soon reached the office.