“You are very busy here,” I said.
“Yes,” she answered, with a slight raise of the eyebrows, and just a hint of a smile playing round her mouth.
“I presume you get very tired by closing time,” I ventured.
“We never close,” she said; and again I noticed the same movement of the eyes.
I knew she thought I was endeavoring to build up an acquaintance, and it annoyed me. If there is one thing I dislike, it is to be taken for a masher when I am not trying to mash.
“Haven’t I seen you in Denver?”
“Perhaps.”
“Haven’t I seen you with Mr. Ketchum?”
“Perhaps.”
“Do you know Mr. Ketchum?” I asked with some embarrassment.