Horatio Alger

“ Let me see, what wages do you get?"
"Seven dollars a week."
"That's only a dollar more than I get," said Roswell.
"I know one thing, it's miserably small," said Ralph. "We ought to get twice what we do."
"Those shop-keepers are awfully mean," said Roswell, beginning to puff away at his cigar.
"That's so."
"But still you always seem to have plenty of money. That's what puzzles me," said Roswell. "I'm always pinched. I have to pay my mother all my wages but a dollar a week. And what's a dollar?" ”

“ I have to work hard enough."
"You are always talking about your hard work. My belief is that you don't earn your wages."
"I should think it was a pity if I didn't earn six dollars a week," said Roswell. ”

“ Indeed, on this point, he sympathized heartily with Roswell, whose dislike to Richard Hunter had al- ready been shown.
"Well, mother," said Roswell, as he entered Mrs. Crawford's presence, "I'm getting tired of Baker's store."
"Don't say so, Roswell," said his mother, in alarm. "Remember how long it took you to get the place.
"I have to work like a dog for six dollars a week," said Roswell.
"Yes," said his cousin, with a sneer, "that's precisely the way you work. Dogs spend their time running around the street doing nothing." ”