She was not
trying to preach to him, he decided. A thing which Dirk hated, in common
with all persons of his class.
But the lull in the music had started conversation in other parts of the
room.
Dirk heard young Ried's question:--
"Mrs. Roberts, do you know of any young man looking for work? I heard
of a good situation this afternoon. Oh, there are plenty of applicants, but
the gentleman is an old friend of my brother-in-law, and I could speak a
helpful word for somebody."
"I have no one in mind," Mrs. Roberts said, and she glanced eagerly at
the boys lounging in various attitudes in her easy chairs. Only three of
them she knew made any pretence of earning their living. Did Alfred mean
one of them? "Here is a chance for you, young gentlemen," she said,
lightly, "who bids for a situation?"
"What is the place?"
It was Dirk Colson who asked the question. Ever since he could remember
he was supposed to have been hunting for work, but I am not sure that he
ever felt quite such a desire to find it as at that moment.
"It is at Gray's, on Ninth Street, a good chance; but the one who
secures it must have a fair knowledge of figures."
"Oh, land!" said Dirk, sinking lower in his easy-chair. "No use in
_me_ asking about it.
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