Mr. Sargent felt that his experiment, rash as it might be considered, vindicated his wisdom by its success.  At the end of a month he voluntarily raised Rodney’s salary to twenty dollars a week.

“I am afraid you are overpaying me, Mr. Sargent,” said Rodney.

“That’s my lookout.  Good service is worth a good salary, and I am perfectly satisfied with you.”

“Thank you, sir.  I prize that even more than the higher salary.”

Only a portion of Rodney’s time was spent in teaching.  In the afternoon he and his charge went on little excursions, generally to Central Park.

One holiday, about four months after the commencement of Rodney’s engagement, he was walking in the Park when he fell in with Jasper.  Jasper’s attention was at once drawn to the little boy, whose dress and general appearance indicated that he belonged to a wealthy family.  This excited Jasper’s curiosity.

“How are you, Rodney?” said Jasper adroitly.  “It is a good while since I met you.”

“Yes.”

“Who is the little boy with you?”

“His name is Arthur Sargent.”

Rodney gave this information unwillingly, for he saw that his secret was likely to be discovered.

“How do you do, Arthur?” asked Jasper, with unwonted affability, for he did not care for children.

“Pretty well,” answered Arthur politely.

“Have you known Rodney long?”

“Why, he is my teacher,” answered Arthur in some surprise.

Jasper’s eyes gleamed with sudden intelligence.  So this was Rodney’s secret, and this was the position for which he was so well paid.

Rodney bit his lip in vexation, but made no remark.

“Does he ever punish you for not getting your lessons?” asked Jasper without much tact.

“Of course not,” answered Arthur indignantly.

“Arthur always does get his lessons,” said Rodney.  “I suppose you have a holiday from work today, Jasper.”

“Yes; I am glad to get away now and then.”

“I must bid you good morning now.”

“Won’t you let me call on you?  Where do you live, Arthur?”

The boy gave the number of his house.

Jasper asked Arthur, thinking rightly that he would be more likely to get an answer from him than from Rodney.  He walked away triumphantly, feeling that he had made a discovery that might prove of advantage to him.

“Is that a friend of yours, Rodney?” asked little Arthur.

“I have known him for some time.”

“I don’t like him very much.”

“Why?” asked Rodney with some curiosity.

“I don’t know,” answered the little boy slowly.  “I can’t like everybody.”

“Quite true, Arthur.  Jasper is not a special friend of mine, and I am not particular about your liking him.  I hope you like me.”

“You know I do, Rodney,” and he gave Rodney’s hand an assuring pressure.