"Yes; I heard so."
"He thinks of appointing Tim Flanagan janitor in your place."
Luke's face showed his surprise and concern. The loss of his
modest income would, as he knew, be severely felt by his mother
and himself. The worst of it was, there seemed no chance in
Groveton of making it up in any other way.
"Did your father tell you this?" he asked, after a pause.
"Yes; he just told me," answered Randolph, complacently.
"Why does he think of removing me? Are there any complaints
of the way I perform my duties?"
"Really, my good fellow," said Randolph, languidly, "I can't
enlighten you on that point. You've held the office a good while,
you know."
"You are very kind to tell me--this bad news," said Luke, pointedly.
"Oh, don't mention it. Good morning. Were you fatigued
after your violent exercise at Florence Grant's party?"
"No. Were you?"
"I didn't take any," said Randolph, haughtily. "I danced--
I didn't jump round."
"Thank you for the compliment. Is there anything more you
wish to say to me?"
"No."
"Then good morning."
When Luke was left alone he felt serious. How was he going
to make up the dollar a week of which he was to be deprived?
The more he considered the matter the further he was from
thinking anything.
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