"Yes, it was at my request that he took Willie into his store. But the two dollars and a half a week, which he pays him, seems very small."
"I should think so. Didn't he know how poor you were?" asked Seth, indignantly.
"Yes, but he said he could not favor one cash boy more than the rest."
"Then he might have made you a present."
"I don't think it ever occurred to him, Seth. But how did you find me? Did he give you my address?"
"No, that was not likely. Scott Walton—you must have known his mother, my cousin Lucy—works in the same store. It was he who heard of your trouble and reported it to me. Now tell me how you are situated."
"We are likely to be turned out of these poor rooms, because we cannot pay the rent. My eldest boy, Sam, has been sick, and as he earned six dollars a week, it took most of our income from us. Next week I think he will be able to go to work again."
"This is a poor place for you, Mary."
"We are glad of even this shelter. We are too poor to be particular."