"Rupert, the superintendent wishes to see you."
Rupert Rollins, a tall boy of sixteen, was engaged in folding some pieces of cloth which had been shown during the day to customers. It was the principal salesroom of Tenney & Rhodes, who conducted a large wholesale dry goods house in the lower part of New York city.
"Very well, Harry," he said. "I will go at once. I wonder what he wants to see me about."
"I don't know. I hope it is to raise your wages."
"That isn't likely in these dull times, though a raise would be very welcome."
When Rupert had finished folding the pieces he was upon he left his place and knocked at the door of a small room occupied by the superintendent.
A man of about forty was seated at a desk writing.
"Mr. Frost," said Rupert, respectfully, "I hear you wish to speak with me."
"Yes; take a seat."
Rupert was tired, for he had been on his feet all day, and was glad to sink into a chair near the door.