“You’ll see in a minute,” says he.
We took the elevator and asked to be let off at the office, and when we got there we asked for the man that owned the store. A young man behind a window with gratings over it sort of grinned and asked what we wanted to see him for.
“That’s betwixt him and me,” says Catty, squinting at the young man kind of close.
“He’s busy. He can’t see kids.”
“Better tell him I’m here,” says Catty.
“Run along now, and don’t waste my time,” says the young man.
Catty he sort of squinted at the young man again, and then at the grating over the window.
“Poor feller,” says he, as sympathetic as a mourner.
“What’s that?” says the young man.
“I was jest feelin’ sorry for you,” says Catty. “First off I didn’t understand. It is a kind of funny place to keep you, though.”