CHAPTER IX 'UNCLE GODFREY PARTS FROM GRANT When Tom Calder turned round and saw who had addressed him, he turned red with mortification, and he tried to hide his blacking box. He was terribly mortified to have it known that he had been forced into such a business. If Tom had nothing worse to be ashamed of he need not have blushed, but he was suffering from false shame. "When did you come to the city?" he stammered. "Only this morning." "I suppose you are surprised to see me in this business," said Tom, awkwardly. "There is nothing to be ashamed of," said Grant. "It is an honest business." "It's an awful come down for me," said Tom, uncomfortably. "The fact is, I've had hard luck." "I am sorry to hear that," said Grant. "I expected a place in Wall Street, but I came just too late, and things are awful dull anyway. Then I was robbed of my money." "How much?" asked Grant, curiously, for he didn't believe a word of it. "Eight dollars and thirty-three cents," replied Tom, glibly. "I thought you were too smart to be robbed," said Grant, slyly. "If it had been a green boy from the country like me, now, it wouldn't have been surprising." "I was asleep when I was robbed," explained Tom, hurriedly. "A fellow got into my room in the night, and picked my pocket. I couldn't help that, now, could I?" "I suppose not."