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“The Everhart is in,” he said. “The Danton shipment of silks on board. I have just received notice.”

“That is good news, Wilson,” replied Mr. Leonard. “The market is just ready for them. See to the custom-house charges at once. We must have them in store as soon as possible.”

“I will attend to it,” he said with a somewhat pompous air.

With another look of supercilious wonder at Will he left the room.

“Who’s that cove?” asked the latter.

“That is Mr. Augustus Wilson, my principal bookkeeper.”

“He is a hoss, he is,” said Will, with a contemptuous puff. “A man of his size dressed like a peacock, and biting off his words like a school-girl. I bet he’s a dose.”

“If I should give you employment, Will, you must learn to curb your tongue, and not be so insolent to the men in the store. They would not stand impudence from a boy.”

“I’ll get along with them. Don’t you be afeard,” said Will, with a look of confidence on his handsome face. “I’ve got along with folks all my life, and never been kicked yet. But I’m doubtful if I won’t be callin’ that cove Gus. He’s a gay feller to Mister, he is.”