Peter Ruff and the Double Four by E. Phillips (Edward Phillips) Oppenheim
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about people just like those one meets every day!"
"I always say," Maud intervened, "that Spencer means to write a book some day. He has quite the literary air, hasn't he, mother?" "Indeed he has!" Mrs. Barnes declared, with an appreciative glance at the gold-rimmed spectacles. Mr. Fitzgerald modestly disclaimed any literary aspirations. "The thing is a gift, after all," he declared, generously. "I can keep accounts, and earn a fair salary at it, but if I attempted fiction I should soon be up a tree." Mr. Barnes nodded his approval of such sentiments. "Every one to his trade, I say," he remarked. "What sort of salaries do they pay now in the book trade?" he asked guilelessly. "Very fair," Mr. Fitzgerald admitted candidly, - "very fair indeed." "When I was your age," Mr. Barnes said reflectively, "I was getting - let me see - forty-two shillings a week. Pretty good pay, too, for those days." Mr. Fitzgerald admitted the fact. "Of course," he said apologetically, "salaries are a little higher now all round. Mr. Howell has been very kind to me, - in fact I have had two raises this year. I am getting four pounds ten now." |
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