"
The bookkeeper rapidly scanned Carl's face
and figure. It seemed to Carl that the scrutiny
was not a friendly one.
"I am glad to see you," said Mr. Gibbon, coldly.
"Thank you, sir."
"By the way, Mr. Jennings," said the
bookkeeper, "I have a favor to ask of you."
"Go on, Mr. Gibbon," rejoined his employer,
in a cordial tone.
"Two months since you gave my nephew,
Leonard Craig, a place in the factory."
"Yes; I remember."
"I don't think the work agrees with him."
"He seemed a strong, healthy boy."
"He has never been used to confinement,
and it affects him unpleasantly."
"Does he wish to resign his place?"
"I have been wondering whether you would
not be willing to transfer him to the office.
I could send him on errands, to the post office,
and make him useful in various ways."
"I had not supposed an office boy was needed.
Still, if you desire it, I will try your nephew
in the place."
"Thank you, sir."
"I am bound to tell you, however, that his
present place is a better one. He is learning
a good trade, which, if he masters it, will
always give him a livelihood. I learned a
trade, and owe all I have to that."
"True, Mr. Jennings, but there are other
ways of earning a living."
"Certainly."
"And I thought of giving Leonard evening
instruction in bookkeeping."
"That alters the case. Good bookkeepers are
always in demand. I have no objection to
your trying the experiment."
"Thank you, sir."
"Have you mentioned the matter to your nephew?"
"I just suggested that I would ask you,
but could not say what answer you would give.
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