"
"Not in favor of his son, I conclude."
Luke laughed.
"Randolph would be shocked at the mere supposition," he said.
"He is a young man who wears kid gloves, and the duties
of a school janitor he would look upon as degrading."
"I really think, Luke, you have been badly treated," said
Roland Reed, with a friendly smile.
"I have thought so, too, sir, but I suppose I have no better
claim to the office than any other boy."
"You needed the income, however."
"Yes, sir."
By this time they were at the door of the cottage.
"Won't you come in, sir?" asked Mrs. Larkin, cordially.
"Thank you. I will not only do so, but as I don't care to stay
at the hotel, I will even crave leave to pass the night under
your roof."
"If you don't mind our poor accommodations, you will be
very welcome."
"I am not likely to complain, Mrs. Larkin. I have not been
nursed in the lap of luxury. For two years I was a California
miner, and camped out. For that long period I did not know what
it was to sleep in a bed. I used to stretch myself in a blanket,
and lie down on the ground."
"You won't have to do that here, Mr. Reed," said Luke, smiling.
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