should start trying things on his own, see how to handle money. But even though the work looks right to you, to me it definitely looks second rate. So half price is right. I figure it took at least twenty hours to do all this - right, Alvin?"
It was more like ten, but Alvin just nodded. He didn't know what to say, anyway, since his master was obviously not committed to telling the plain truth about this job. And the job he did would have been at least twenty hours - two full days' labor - for a smith without Alvin's knack.
"So," said Makepeace, "between Al's labor at half price and the cost of the stove and the iron and all, it comes to fifteen dollars.
Horace whistled and rocked back on his heels.
"You can have my labor free, for the experience," Alvin said.
Makepeace glared at him.
"Wouldn't dream of it," said Horace. "The Savior said the laborer is worthy of his hire. It's the sudden high price of iron I'm a little skeptical about."
"It's a stove," said Makepeace Smith.
Wasn't till I fixed it, Alvin said silently.
"You bought it as scrap iron," said Horace. "As you said about Al's labor, full price wouldn't be right."
Makepeace sighed. "For old times' sake, Horace, cause you brought me here and helped set me up on my own when I came west eighteen years ago. Nine dollars. "
Horace didn't smile, but he nodded. "Fair enough. And since you usually charge four dollars a day for Alvin's hire, I guess his twenty hours at half price comes to four bucks. You come by the house this afternoon, Alvin, I'll have it for you. And Makepeace, I'll pay you the rest when the inn fills up at harvest time."
"Fair enough," said Makepeace.
"Glad to see that you're giving Alvin free time now," said Horace. "There's been a lot of folks criticizing you for being so tight with a good prentice, but I always told them, Makepeace is just biding his time, you'll see."
"That's right," said Makepeace. "I was biding my time."
"You don't mind if I tell other folks that the biding's done?"
"Alvin still has to do his work for me," said Makepeace.
Horace nodded wisely. "Reckon so," he said. "He works for you mornings, for himself afternoons - is that right? That's the way most fair-minded masters do it, when a prentice gets so near to journeyman."
Makepeace began to turn a little red. Alvin wasn't surprised. He could see what was happening - Horace Guester was being like a lawyer for him, seizing on this chance to shame Makepeace into treating Alvin fair for the first time in more than six years of prenticing. When Makepeace decided to pretend that Alvin really did have free time, why, that was a crack in the door, and Horace was muscling his way through by main force. Pushing Makepeace to give Alvin half days, no less! That was surely too much for Makepeace to swallow.
But Makepeace swallowed. "Half days is fine with me. Been meaning to do that for some time."
"So you'll be working afternoons yourself now, right, Makepeace?"
Oh, Alvin had to gaze at Horace with pure admiration. He wasn't going to let Makepeace get away with lazing around and forcing Alvin to do all the work at the smithy.
"When I work's my own business, Horace."
"Just want to tell folks when they can be sure to find the master in, and when the prentice."
"I'll be in all day."
"Why, glad to hear it," said Horace. "Well, fine work, I must say, Alvin. Your master done a good job teaching you, and you been carefuler than I ever seen before. You make sure to come by this evening for your four dollars."
"Yes sir. Thank you, sir."
"I'll just let you two get back to work now," said Horace. "Are these the only two keys to the door?"
"Yes sir," said Alvin. "I oiled them up so they won't rust."
"I'll keep them oiled myself. Thanks for the rerninder."
Horace opened the door and pointedly held it open till Makepeace and Alvin came on out. Horace carefully locked the door, as they watched. He turned and grinned at Alvin. "Maybe first thing I'll have you do is make a lock this fine for my front door." Then he laughed out loud and shook his head. "No, I reckon not. I'm an innkeeper. My business is to let people in, not lock them out. But there's others in town who'll like the look of this lock."
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