“All right,” answered their host with a twinkle in his eye. “The wages are one dollar a week, and you get your board. In return for that munificent salary I expect you to get up at six-thirty, attend to the furnace, look after the horse, run errands, shovel snow, wash windows now and then, and, in short, make yourself as useful as you know how. Appeal to you, does it?”
“Well, I never washed a window yet,” answered Dan, “but I guess I could do it. Anyhow, I wouldn’t have to go back to school.”
“Eh? But you’d be at school,” replied Mr. Cozzens.
“How is that, sir?”
“That’s where I want the boy; at my school in Oak Park, St. Alfred’s.”
“Oh!” said Dan blankly, amid the laughter of the others. “That would be out of the frying pan into the fire, I guess.”
“Out of St. Eustace into St. Alfred’s,” supplemented Bob.
“Do you go to St. Eustace?” asked Mr. Cozzens.
“Yes, sir.”