"How did you lose your place? Tell me, if you don't mind."
"I offended Mr. Little's son, Loammi. He got me discharged."
"I am not surprised to hear it. Loammi got me discharged some months ago."
"You!" exclaimed Harold, in surprise, for he noticed that Scott was handsomely dressed.
"Yes."
"But you are not a poor boy. You do not mind it."
"I was a poor boy then. How much salary did you receive?"
"Three dollars a week."
"I think I can promise you five dollars a week with another firm."