Now, I've got a talent for trading. That's
the reason I've got such a good offer from San Francisco."
"How did you get it? Did you know the man?"
"He used to be in business in New York. He was the first man I
worked for, and he knew what I was. San Francisco is full of money,
and traders make more than they do here. That's the reason he can
afford to offer me so large a salary."
"When did he send for you?"
"I got the letter last week."
"Have you got it with you?"
"No, aunt; I may have it at the hotel," said the young man,
hesitating, "but I am not certain."
"Well, it's a good offer. There isn't nobody in Centreville gets so
large a salary."
"No, I suppose not. They don't need it, as it is cheap living here."
"I hope when you get out there, Ferdinand, you'll save up money.
You'd ought to save two-thirds of your pay."
"I will try to, aunt."
"You'll be wantin' to get married bimeby, and then it'll be
convenient to have some money to begin with."
"To be sure, aunt. I see you know how to manage."
"I was always considered a good manager," said Deborah, complacently.
"Ef your poor father had had _my_ faculty, he wouldn't have died as
poor as he did, I can tell you."
"What a conceited old woman she is, with her faculty!" thought
Ferdinand, but what he said was quite different.
"I wish he had had, aunt.
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