"Oh, come, Woody, don't get on your high horse," was Stumpy's response, as he swung back in the rocker he occupied. "You know I never could stand your high-toned ways."
"I flatter myself I am a trifle above common people," returned Mr. Woodward, and it was plain to see where Duncan got his arrogant manner.
"Oh, pshaw! don't make me tired," yawned Stumpy. "Come, let's to business."
"I am at business. Why did you come here?"
"You know well enough. Didn't I write to you?"
"Yes, and got my answer. We've squared up accounts, sir."
"Don't 'sir' me,—it don't go down," cried Stumpy, angrily. "We haven't squared up, not by a jugful,—not till you hand over some more cash."
"I've handed over enough now."
"No, you hain't. Do you think I'm going to do all your work for nothing?"
"You were well paid."