Hermie gave a troubled glance around.
'Y-yes,' she said.
'Why, what a story you are, Morty!' said Floss. 'It doesn't turn thirteen times.'
'I mean thirty,' said Morty. 'Miss Cameron, I have three men loafing around at the sheds, and can't find work for them to do. It would be doing me a real kindness if you'd let them put in their time straightening up this place.'
'Thank you,' Hermie said, 'but we should not like to employ men we were not paying.'
'Not when they're eating their heads off in idleness?' implored Morty.
'No, thank you,' Hermie said stiffly.
'I beg your pardon,' Mortimer said dejectedly.
'I should think you do,' cried Floss; 'it doesn't turn anything like thirty times. I wouldn't have a watch I didn't understand. Here, take it.'
He pocketed it humbly.