“You don’t know a young man’s expenses, mother.”

“How much do you pay for board, Willis?”

“Six dollars a week.  I have a room with a friend, or I should have to pay eight.”

“That leaves you nine dollars a week for all other expenses.  I think you might save something out of that.”

“I can’t.  I have clothes to buy, and sometimes I want to go to the theatre, and in fact, nine dollars don’t go as far as you think.  Of course, a woman doesn’t need to spend much.  It’s different with a young man.”

“Your income would be a good deal increased if you had no board to pay.”

“Of course.  You don’t know any generous minded person who will board me for nothing, do you?”

“There’s a new office boy in your office, isn’t there?”

“Yes, a country boy.”

“Did you know he was boarding here?”

“No; is he?”

“Mr. Reynolds told me to-night he was going to keep him here permanently, as a companion for his little son.”

“Lucky for him.”

“I wish Mr. Reynolds would give you a home here.”

“I would rather he would make it up in money, and let me board where I please.”

“But you forget.  It would give you a chance to get him interested in you, and if Herbert should die, you might take his place as heir.”

“That would be a splendid idea, but there’s no prospect of it.  It isn’t for me.”

“It may be for the office boy.  He’s an artful boy, and that’s what he’s working for, in my opinion.”

“I didn’t think the little beggar was so evil-headed.  He seems quiet enough.”

“Still waters run deep.  You’d better keep an eye on him, and I’ll do the same.”

“I will.”

The next day Grant was puzzled to understand why Willis Ford spoke so sharply to him, and regarded him with such evident unfriendliness.

“What have I done to offend you?” he thought.

CHAPTER XIII

TWO VIEWS OF TOM CALDER

Thus far nothing had been said about the compensation Grant was to receive for his work in the broker’s office.  He did not like to ask, especially as he knew that at the end of the first week the matter would be settled.  When he found that he was to remain for the present at the house of his employer he concluded that his cash pay would be very small, perhaps a dollar a week.  However, that would be doing quite as well as if he paid his own board elsewhere, while he enjoyed a much more agreeable and luxurious home.  He would be unable to assist his father for a year or two; but that was only what he had a right to expect.

When Saturday afternoon came, Mr. Reynolds said:  “By the way, Grant, I must pay you your week’s wages.  I believe no sum was agreed upon.”

“No, sir.”

“We will call it six dollars.  Will that be satisfactory?”