"You're crazy."
"Wait and see."
"I know what I'll see," was the sharp retort. "I shall see all those puppies kicking up their heels and racing off to Provincetown, and Mr. Crowninshield insisting that you either find them and bring them back or pay him what they cost him."
"Don't you believe it."
"That is what will happen," was the solemn prophecy.
"But you were keen for me to take the job."
"That was before I knew what the little rats were worth."
"You just thought it was a cheap sort of a position and that I was to race round and make it pleasant for a lot of ordinary curs, didn't you?" interrogated the lad with mock indignation.
In spite of herself his mother smiled.
"Well, you see you were wrong," went on Walter. "It is not that sort of thing at all. It is a job for a trustworthy man, Jerry Thomas said, and will bring in good wages."