a week and pay your board at the hotel."
"Is n't that too much, Mr. Jarrod?"
"Not for the work you must do. Any intelligent man would cost me that much, and I will need you but a couple of months—until I go home."
"Very good, sir. I'll do my best to please you."
"Then you're my secretary. Come around to my cottage at nine o'clock Monday morning."
"Thank you, Mr. Jarrod."
That evening Jim told Susie he would not have to bid her good-bye, as they had expected, for he had been discharged as a dry-goods clerk and employed as a private secretary, which was a distinct advance in his fortunes.
Susie listened gravely, but was evidently much pleased.
"The girls told me yesterday," she said, "that Katie had written her father and asked him to discharge you, because you had been impudent
