"What do you give?" asked Noddy.
"Well, we give different salaries, depending on the men."
"You have seen what I can do—what will you give me? Talk right up, or I shall have nothing to do with it," added Noddy, borrowing an expression from a highly respectable horse jockey, who had a language of his own.
"I'll give you your board and clothes, and your dresses for the first season."
"Nothing of that sort for me," replied Noddy, promptly. "I want to know how much I am to have in hard cash."
"Very well; I'll give you five dollars a week, and you find yourself."
Five dollars a week looked like a large salary to Noddy, though it was not one-fourth of what the distinguished Mr. Nesmond received, and he immediately closed the bargain.
"I'll put you on the bills for the next town we visit. What's your name?"
"Noddy Newman."
"What?"