Graham had left the house, and informed Herbert that he was to go to
work the next day for a farmer in the neighborhood, at a dollar and
a half per week, and board besides.

"I am glad to hear it, Tom," said Herbert, heartily. "I didn't want
to feel that I was depriving you of employment."

"You are welcome to my place in the store," said Tom. "I'm glad to
give it up. Mr. Graham seemed to think I was made of iron, and I
could work like a machine, without getting tired. I hope he pays you
more than a dollar and a half a week."

"He has agreed to pay me three dollars," said Herbert.

Tom whistled in genuine amazement.

"What! has the old man lost his senses?" he exclaimed. "He must be
crazy to offer such wages as that."

"He didn't offer them. I told him I wouldn't come for less."

"I don't see how he came to pay such a price."

"Because he wanted me to take care of the post office. I know all
about it, and he doesn't."

"As soon as he learns, he will reduce your wages."

"Then I shall leave him."