He had
very much improved in his penmanship, as has already been mentioned,
and now had no cause to be ashamed of it.
Mr. Rockwell surveyed it approvingly.
"How would you like to enter my counting-room as clerk, Richard?" he
asked.
Dick was about to say "Bully," when he recollected himself, and
answered, "Very much."
"I suppose you know something of arithmetic, do you not?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then you may consider yourself engaged at a salary of ten dollars a
week. You may come next Monday morning."
"Ten dollars!" repeated Dick, thinking he must have misunderstood.
"Yes; will that be sufficient?"
"It's more than I can earn," said Dick, honestly.
"Perhaps it is at first," said Mr. Rockwell, smiling; "but I am
willing to pay you that. I will besides advance you as fast as your
progress will justify it."
Dick was so elated that he hardly restrained himself from some
demonstration which would have astonished the merchant; but he
exercised self-control, and only said, "I'll try to serve you so
faithfully, sir, that you won't repent having taken me into your
service."
"And I think you will succeed," said Mr. Rockwell, encouragingly. "I
will not detain you any longer, for I have some important business
to attend to. I shall expect to see you on Monday morning."
Dick left the counting-room, hardly knowing whether he stood on his
head or his heels, so overjoyed was he at the sudden change in his
fortunes.
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