When London Burned : a Story of Restoration Times and the Great Fire by G. A. (George Alfred) Henty
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found that the man who had been my father's right hand for twenty
years had been cheating him all along. We got on well enough as long as I could give all my time in the shop; but he is no good with the pen--all he can do is to enter receipts and sales. "He has a man under him, who helps him in measuring out the right length of canvas and cables or for weighing a chain or an anchor, and knows enough to put down the figures; but that is all. Then there are the two smiths and the two apprentices; they don't count in the matter. Robert Ashford, the eldest apprentice, could do the work, but I have no fancy for him; he does not look one straight in the face as one who is honest and above board should do. I shall have to keep a clerk, and I know what it will be--he will be setting me right, and I shall not feel my own master; he will be out of place in my crew altogether. I never liked pursers; most of them are rogues. Still, I suppose it must come to that." "I have a boy come in to write my bills and to make up my accounts, who would be just the lad for you, Captain Dave. He is the son of a broken-down Cavalier, but he is a steady, honest young fellow, and I fancy his pen keeps his father, who is a roystering blade, and spends most of his time at the taverns. The boy comes to me for an hour, twice a week; he writes as good a hand as any clerk and can reckon as quickly, and I pay him but a groat a week, which was all he asked." "Tell him to come to me, then. I should want him every day, if he could manage it, and it would be the very thing for me." "I am sure you would like him," the other said; "he is a good-looking young fellow, and his face speaks for him without any recommendation. |
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