We stood in a row before the counter, and Mr.Glass paid each one in turn.

I was at the head and reached out my hand for the first eleven and a quarter dollars as they were pushed out by Mr.Glass.To my surprise he pushed them past me and paid the next boy.

I thought it was a mistake, for I had heretofore been paid first, but it followed in turn with each of the other boys.

My heart began to sink within me.

Disgrace seemed coming.
What had I done or not done?
I was about to be told that there was no more work for me.