“I’ve got a job for the boy, Missis. He begins work on Monday.”
“Wot!”
“I say get a gel for the work. That lad’s goin’ into business on Monday.”
“Well, I never!”
“Yes, Gummage and Meek, the cheese people. You ’ear, Hugh?”
“Yes, Uncle. Thank you, Uncle.”
Aunty began to make a fuss, but Uncle promptly told her to shut up. As for the boy the thought of getting away from dust pans and slop pails was like heaven to him; so the following Monday, with beating heart, he presented himself at the office of Gummage and Meek.
2.
Mr. Ainger, the cashier, sat on his high stool, and looked down at a slim lad, twisting a shabby cap. Mr. Ainger was a tall man of about fifty, his hair grey, his face fine and distinguished. It was said that in his spare time he wrote.
“Well, my boy,” he said kindly, “what do you call yourself?”