Desk and Debit; or, The Catastrophes of a ClerkOptic, Oliver
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Desk and Debit; or, The Catastrophes of a Clerk
Optic, Oliver
Christian life -- Juvenile fiction; Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Fraud -- Juvenile fiction; Sailing -- Juvenile fiction
"I have taken an interest in the subject, and studied it very
attentively. My father, who served his time at the desk, gave me a
great deal of instruction."
"Who is your father?"
"He was formerly a merchant, but now he is the agent of a wealthy
real-estate owner."
"He instructed you very well. Has Mr. Collingsby said anything to you
lately about your duties?"
"No, sir; he has hardly spoken to me since I have been in the
counting-room; never, except to ask me a question," I replied.
"He does not say much to any one; but he is well pleased with your
work, and spoke of the neat appearance of your books to-day."
"I am certainly very much obliged to him," I added, delighted with this
testimony; for I felt that it was the first point I had gained towards
the discharge of my great mission.
"He says you write very handsomely and very plainly; that your footings
and extensions are uniformly correct."
"I try to have everything right and neat," I answered, delighted beyond
measure at this kind opinion of me.
"I took occasion, while the subject was warm, to mention a matter of
which I have been thinking lately," continued Mr. Whippleton. "I have a
great deal of out-door business to do, and the entire charge of the
books is too much for me. We are going to have another entry clerk, and
you will hereafter be the assistant book-keeper."
I was very much obliged to him for this new mark of confidence. He
explained that he did not intend to give me the entire charge of the
books yet, but that I should do the posting and keep the cash book; or
rather, that I should assist him in doing these things. He wished me to
look into the system of book-keeping the firm had adopted, and prepare
myself to keep the books in the course of a year. I promised to be
diligent and attentive, but I assured him that I already understood the
method.
"Between us both, when we have another entry clerk, we shall have a
little more time for sailing," he added. "If we can get away at three
or four in the afternoon, we shall have some jolly cruises, for we can
make an easy thing of it in the boat as well as at the desk."
"How far can you go in this boat?" I asked, as I glanced at the broad
expanse of waters to the north and east of us.
"How far? As far as you please. A thousand miles. You can go to the
head of Lake Superior, or through Lake Huron to the foot of Lake Erie."
"Not in this boat."
"Why not?"
"Because she isn't large enough."
"Yes, she is. Her cabin is large enough for two to sleep in; and there
is a cook-stove forward, where you can get up as good a dinner as they
have at the Tremont House."
"But there are violent storms on the lakes, I have read."
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