Mrs. Morton looked perplexed.
"Jo came to tell me that he thinks he can get me his janitor's job that will earn me my room," Roger explained. "If you don't mind I'd like mighty well to do it, and it will settle this trouble here."
"Would you really like it?"
"You bet."
"You'd have to stick to it; and it might mean that you'd have to give up some pleasures that you'd have otherwise."
"I know. I'm willing, Mother," insisted Roger eagerly.
"I don't see, then, why you shouldn't take it," said Mrs. Morton slowly, "and we shall be much obliged to you if you can arrange it for Roger," she continued, smiling at Sampson.
"How about the table-waiting and the bag-toting?" he inquired.
"I think one job will be about all he'd better undertake for his first experience," decided Mrs. Morton. "I should be sorry not to have him with the family at meals, and I want him to have time for some sports."
"All right, then, I'll try to fix it up," said Jo, and he swung off up the path, pulling off his cap to Mrs. Morton as she nodded "Good-bye" to him.