Luke turned his steps homeward. He dreaded communicating
the news to his mother, for he knew that it would depress her,
as it had him. However, it must be known sooner or later, and
he must not shrink from telling her.
"Mother," he said, as he entered the room where she was sewing,
"I have lost my job as janitor."
"I expected you would, Luke," said his mother, soberly.
"Who told you?" asked Luke, in surprise.
"Melinda Sprague was here yesterday and told me Tim Flanagan
was to have it."
"Miss Sprague seems to know everything that is going on."
"Yes, she usually hears everything. Have you lost the place already?"
"Tim brought me a note this morning from Squire Duncan
informing me that I was removed and he was put in my place."
"It is going to be a serious loss to us, Luke," said Mrs.
Larkin, gravely.
"Yes, mother, but I am sure something will turn up in its place."
Luke spoke confidently, but it was a confidence he by no means felt.
"It is a sad thing to be so poor as we are," said Mrs. Larkin,
with a sigh.
"It is very inconvenient, mother, but we ought to be glad
that we have perfect health. I am young and strong, and I
am sure I can find some other way of earning a dollar a week.
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