“I’ll stay here while you have lunch.”
“But, Benedicta!” he objected. “I want to be with you. Never mind the shop!”
“Francis, I’m ashamed of you!” said she. “The shop shan’t be left alone. I—I love it!”
“Love the shop?” he asked. “Is that all?”
“Well, anyhow—I’d like to help you, Francis,” she murmured. “I’d be glad to come every day until—until you don’t need me any more.”
Young Dumall looked at her.
“I don’t think you know what you’re undertaking, Benedicta,” he said. “If you’re going to come until I don’t need you, it’s a life job!”
“Do run along and get your lunch!” replied Benedicta, dignified in spite of very flushed cheeks. “I—I believe a job was just what I always wanted, Francis![Pg 138]”
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