Phil did not like to hurt the feelings of his companion, and refrained from laughing, though with difficulty. “She doesn't appear to know you,” he said.
“No,” said Wilbur; “I haven't had a chance to make myself known to her.”
“Do you think you can make a favorable impression upon—the daisy?” asked Phil, outwardly sober, but inwardly amused.
“I always had a taking way with girls,” replied Mr. Wilbur complacently.
Phil coughed. It was all that saved him from laughing.
While he was struggling with the inclination, the lady inadvertently dropped a small parcel which she had been carrying in her hand. The two boys were close behind. Like an arrow from the bow Mr. Wilbur sprang forward, picked up the parcel, and while his heart beat wildly, said, as he tendered it to the owner, with a graceful bow and captivating smile:
“Miss, I believe you dropped this.”
“Thank you, my good boy,” answered the daisy pleasantly.
Mr. Wilbur staggered back as if he had been struck. He fell back in discomfiture, and his face showed the mortification and anguish he felt.
“Did you hear what she said?” he asked, in a hollow voice.
“She called you a boy, didn't she?”
“Yes,” answered Mr. Wilbur sadly.
“Perhaps she may be near-sighted,” said Phil consolingly.
“Do you think so?” asked Mr. Wilbur hopefully.
“It is quite possible. Then you are short, you know.”
“Yes, it must be so,” said G. Washington Wilbur, his face more serene. “If she hadn't been she would have noticed my mustache.”
“True.”
“She spoke kindly. If—if she had seen how old I was, it would have been different, don't you think so?”
“Yes, no doubt.”
“There is only one thing to do,” said Mr. Wilbur, in a tone of calm resolve.
“What is that?” inquired Phil, in some curiosity.
“I must wear a stove-pipe hat! As you say, I am small, and a near-sighted person might easily suppose me to be younger than I am. Now, with a stove-pipe hat I shall look much older.”
“Yes, I presume so.”
“Then I can make her acquaintance again, and she will not mistake me. Phil, why don't you wear a stove-pipe?”
“Because I don't want to look any older than I am. Besides, an errand-boy wouldn't look well in a tall hat.”
“No, perhaps not.”
“And Mr. Pitkin would hardly like it.”
“Of course. When you are a salesman like me it will be different.”
Mr. Wilbur was beginning to recover his complacency, which had been so rudely disturbed.
“I suppose you wouldn't think of marrying on your present salary?” said Phil. “Six dollars a week wouldn't support a married pair very well.”
“The firm would raise my salary. They always do when a man marries. Besides, I have other resources.”
“Indeed?”
“Yes; I am worth two thousand dollars. It was left me by an aunt, and is kept in trust for me until I am twenty-one. I receive the interest now.”
“I congratulate you,” said Phil, who was really pleased to hear of his companion's good fortune.
“That money will come in handy.”
“Besides, I expect SHE'S got money,” continued Mr. Wilbur. “Of course, I love her for herself alone—I am not mercenary—still, it will be a help when we are married.”
“So it will,” said Phil, amused at the confident manner in which Mr. Wilbur spoke of marriage with a lady of whom he knew absolutely nothing.
“Philip,” said Mr. Wilbur, “when I marry, I want you to stand up with me—to be my groomsman.”
“If I am in the city, and can afford to buy a dress-suit, I might consent.”
“Thank you. You are a true friend!” said Mr. Wilbur, squeezing his hand fervently.
The two returned to Mr. Wilbur's room and had a ch............