“I thrust I have answered yer quistions satisfactorily, Miss.”
“You couldn’t have done better—hello, Jim!”
This salutation was to a big gawky boy, who slouched through the door, with the announcement:
“Wal, I’m ready: what shall I do?”
“Who’s yer frind?” asked Mike of Nora.
“He comes round each morning to take out and place the things on the porch in front and brings them in again each evening”
“Jim,” said Mike, addressing the gaping youngster, “ye’re discharged fur to-night. I’m doing yer job for the avening, but you git your wages just the same.”
With which Mike thrust his hand into his trousers pocket and drew out one of the three silver quarters there, handing it to the boy, who was too mystified to understand what it meant.
“Yaws,” he said, with a silly grin, looking at the coin and then clasping it tight; “what do yuh warnt me to dew?”
“Go right home to yer mommy and give her that quarter to save up fur ye. Don’t git gay on the road and buy a horse and wagon.”