“After all,” said she, presently, “we must be thankful for what we have. Some one was saying the other day there never was a time when so many young fellows were out of work and thankful to get anything to do. And it’s very likely too, Reg, that just now, when they seem rather in confusion at the office, they really haven’t time to see about what your regular work is to be. Wait a little, and they’re sure to find out your value.”
“They seem to have done that already as far as sweeping is concerned. The manager said I didn’t know how to hold a broom. I was quite offended,” said Reginald.
“You are a dear brave pair of boys!” said the mother, warmly; “and I am prouder of you in your humble work than if you were kings!”
“Hullo,” said Horace, “there’s some one coming up our stairs!”
Sure enough there was, and more than one person, as it happened. There was a knock at the door, followed straightway by the entrance of an elderly lady, accompanied by a young lady and a young gentleman, who sailed into the room, much to the amazement and consternation of its occupants.
“Mrs Cruden, I believe?” said the elderly lady, in her politest tones.
“Yes,” replied the owner of that name.
“Let me hintroduce myself—Mrs Captain Shuckleford, my son and daughter—neighbours of yours, Mrs Cruden, and wishing to be friendly. We’re sorry to hear of your trouble; very trying it is. My ’usband, Mrs Cruden, has gone too.”
“Pray take a seat,” said Mrs Cruden. “Reg, will you put chairs?”
Reg obeyed, with a groan.