The bookkeeper rapidly scanned Carl’s face and figure. It seemed to Carl that the scrutiny was not a friendly one. “I am glad to see you,” said Mr. Gibbon, coldly. “Thank you, sir.” “By the way, Mr. Jennings,” said the bookkeeper, “I have a favor to ask of you.” “Go on, Mr. Gibbon,” rejoined his employer, in a cordial tone. “Two months since you gave my nephew, Leonard Craig, a place in the factory.” “Yes; I remember.” “I don’t think the work agrees with him.” “He seemed a strong, healthy boy.” “He has never been used to confinement, and it affects him unpleasantly.” “Does he wish to resign his place?” “I have been wondering whether you would not be willing to transfer him to the office. I could send him on errands, to the post office, and make him useful in various ways.” “I had not supposed an office boy was needed. Still, if you desire it, I will try your nephew in the place.” “Thank you, sir.” “I am bound to tell you, however, that his present place is a better one. He is learning a good trade, which, if he masters it, will always give him a livelihood. I learned a trade, and owe all I have to that.” “True, Mr. Jennings, but there are other ways of earning a living.” “Certainly.” “And I thought of giving Leonard evening instruction in bookkeeping.” “That alters the case. Good bookkeepers are always in demand. I have no objection to your trying the experiment.” “Thank you, sir.” “Have you mentioned the matter to your nephew?” “I just suggested that I would ask you, but could not say what answer you would give.” “It would have been better not to mention the matter at all till you could tell him definitely that he could change his place.” “I don’t know but you are right, sir. However, it is all right now.” “Now, Carl,” said Mr. Jennings, “I will take you into the workroom.” CHAPTER XVI. CARL GETS A PLACE. “I suppose that is the bookkeeper,” said Carl. “Yes. He has been with me three years. He understands his business well. You heard what he said about his nephew?” “Yes, sir.” “It is his sister’s son--a boy of about your own age. I think he is making a mistake in leaving the factory, and going into the office. He will have little to do, and that not of a character to give him knowledge of business.” “Still, if he takes lessons in bookkeeping----” Mr. Jennings smiled. “The boy will never make a bookkeeper,” he said. “His reason for desiring the change is because he is indolent. The world has no room for lazy people.” “I wonder, sir, that you have had a chance to find him out.” “Little things betray a boy’s nature, or a man’s, for that matter. When I have visited the workroom I have noticed Leonard, and formed my conclusions. He is not a boy whom I would select for my service, but I have taken him as a favor to his uncle. I presume he is without means, and it is desirable that he should pay his uncle something in return for the home which he gives him.”