Maude's curiosity was excited. “What did you finally decide upon?”
“Well, we haven't named him yet. We call him No. 3, I being No. 1, and my wife No. 2.”
After their guests had departed, Mrs. Strout asked, “Why didn't you tell Miss Sawyer that our boy's name was same as yours?”
“Why didn't I?” snapped her husband. “Because she was so blamed anxious for me to tell her. Them Sawyers are 'ristocrats. They look down on us common people.”
Mrs. Strout remonstrated. “I thought he was real nice, and she's a lovely girl. Besides, he set you up in business and made you postmaster.”
“And what did he do it for? Just to show the power of money. What did he want of a grocery store except to beat me out of it?”
“But you owned up in your speech at the Town Hall that you'd treated him mean, and that you were his friend.”
“That was official. Do you suppose he means all he says? No! No more than I do. When I get enough money, there won't be but one partner in that grocery store, and his name will be O. Strout.”