66 , ROBERT DAWSON.

“My pay! my pay! I wonder if he remembers it !”

At length, when his saw hung upon its accustomed
peg; he said,

“Well, I suppose you expect some wages, Robert.”

“Yes, sir.” :

Then he went about some other work. I knew it
would not do to hasten him, so I busied myself in
picking up some nails that had fallen from an over-
turned box. Half an hour passed. Mr. Merry finished
a second small job, and then sat down on a wood-
- plock. He then very deliberately took out his wallet,

and turned over carefully some bank-notes—my heart
beat quickly. “A bank-note! Surely he cannot mean

to give me a bank-note!” thought I. It was more
money than I was accustomed to see, much less to
handle, I sat down upon a log, looking intently at him.
“Bob, I like you.. You are not like other boys.
You know what you are about; and that is more than
some men do, I will give "you a shilling a Jot here! !

take ten shillings and be off!” .
- “Thank you, sir!” said I, eagerly. ‘Thank you!”