"I was in New York a part of the time," said Luke.
"Where were you the rest of the time?"
"I was traveling."
"That sounds large. Perhaps you were traveling with a hand-organ."
"Perhaps I was."
"Well, what are you going to do now?"
"Thank you for your kind interest in me, Randolph. I will
tell you as soon as I know."
"Oh, you needn't think I feel interest in you."
"Then I won't."
"You are impertinent," said Randolph, scowling. It dawned
upon him that Luke was chaffing him.
"I don't mean to be. If I have been, I apologize. If you know
of any situation which will pay me a fair sum, I wish you would
mention me."
"I'll see about it," said Randolph, in an important tone. He was
pleased at Luke's change of tone. "I don't think you can get
back as janitor, for my father doesn't like you."
"Couldn't you intercede for me, Randolph?"
"Why, the fact is, you put on so many airs, for a poor boy,
that I shouldn't feel justified in recommending you. It is your
own fault."
"Well, perhaps it is," said Luke.
"I am glad you acknowledge it. I don't know but my father
will give you a chance to work round our house, make fires,
and run errands.
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