“The same.”
“Is it possible! Why he is worth any two clerks in the store.”
“I know he is.”
“For his age, there is not a better salesman in the city.”
“So I believe,” said Mr. Winslow, “nor,” he added, “a better man.”
“I know little of his personal character; but, unless his face deceives me, it cannot but be good.”
“It is good. Let me say a word about him. The moment his salary increased beyond what was absolutely required to pay his board and find such clothing as his position made it necessary for him to wear, he devoted the entire surplus to rendering his father’s family more comfortable.”
“Highly praiseworthy,” said the friend.
“I had received, already, many dividends on my investment,” continued Mr. Winslow; “but when that fact came to my knowledge, my dividend exceeded all the other dividends put together.”
The mercantile friend was silent. If ever in his life he had envied the reward of a good deed, it was at that moment.