“You’re in luck, Rodney, and so am I. I hope some time I can do you a favor.”

“Perhaps you can, Mike.  If I should get sick, you might take my place as tutor.”

“You must know an awful lot, Rodney,” said Mike, regarding his companion with new respect.

“Thank you for the compliment, Mike.  I hope Mr. Sargent will have the same opinion.”

The next day it is needless to say that Rodney did not resume the business of newsboy.  He was very glad to give it up.  He dressed with unusual care and took a walk down town.

As he passed Reade Street by chance Jasper was coming around the corner.  His face lighted up first with pleasure at seeing Rodney, for it gratified his mean nature to triumph over the boy whom he had ousted from his position, and next with surprise at his unusually neat and well dressed appearance.  Rodney looked far from needing help.  He might readily have been taken for a boy of aristocratic lineage.

“Hallo!” said Jasper, surveying Rodney curiously.

“How are you this morning, Jasper?” returned Rodney quietly.

“Why ain’t you selling papers?”

“I don’t like the business.”

“But you’ve got to make a living.”

“Quite true.”

“Are you going to black boots?”

“Why should I?  Is it a desirable business?”

“How should I know?” asked Jasper, coloring.

“I didn’t know but you might have had some experience at it.  I haven’t.”

“Do you mean to insult me?” demanded Jasper hotly.

“I never insult anybody.  I will only say that you are as likely to take up the business as I.”

“I’ve got a place.”

“How do you know but I have?”

“Because you were selling papers yesterday and are walking the street today.”

“That is true.  But I have a place engaged for all that.  I shall go to work on Monday.”

Jasper pricked up his ears.

“Where is it?” he asked.

“I don’t care to tell at present.”

“Is it true?  Have you got a place?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t see how you could.  Mr. Goodnow wouldn’t give you a recommendation.”

“There is no reason why he should not.”

“What, after your taking cloaks and dress patterns from the store?”

“I did nothing of the kind.  Sooner or later Mr. Goodnow will find out his mistake.  Probably the real thief is still in his employ.”

Jasper turned pale and regarded Rodney searchingly, but there was nothing in his manner or expression to indicate that his remark had been personal.  He thought it best to turn the conversation.

“How much pay do you get—­four dollars?”

“More than that.”

“You don’t get as much as you did at our store?”

“Yes; I get more.”

Now it was Jasper’s turn to show surprise.  He did not know whether to believe Rodney or not, but there was something in his face which commanded belief.