“Then I’ll tell him to hurry so as to save all the expense he can.”
“Very well, I’ll go back to my work.”
Dan found his employer trying to sew up a rip in one of his shoes, for Mr. Savage hated to spend money on anything, and repairing his own footwear was one of the ways he endeavored to save.
“Some one wants to speak to you on the telephone, Mr. Savage.”
“Telephone? What telephone?”
“The one in Mr. Lane’s house.”
“Want’s to speak to me on th’ telephone? I wonder who it can be? Nobody would want to telephone me.”
“You had better hurry,” advised Dan. “It costs money to hold the wire.”
“Hold th’ wire? Costs money? Say, ef anybody thinks I’m goin’ t’ waste money t’ talk over one of them things, they’re mighty much mistaken. I ain’t got no money t’ throw away on sech foolishness,” and he was about to proceed with his shoe mending.
“No, no, it doesn’t cost you anything,” explained Dan. “The person who called you up has to pay.”