“Twenty-five dollars a week. That's what the trustees authorize me to offer you.”
“That will be quite satisfactory. How my old chums will stare when I tell them I am getting twenty-five dollars a week for teaching a classical school. I suppose,” added Walter, hesitating, “I ought to look out for a boarding-place.”
“What, and leave us?” asked the old lady reproachfully.
“But, Colonel Owen, remember that I shall be earning a good salary.”
“You can find a use for it. It will help make up for some of the losses you have incurred. Shall I say you will accept the post?”
“Yes, sir. I will try it, and hope to succeed.”
CHAPTER XXXIX
THE NEW MASTER
On the platform of the main schoolroom in the Shelby Classical Institute stood Colonel Owen and Walter Sherwood.