“A little.”
“Then you ought to know something about doing things hard; and you ought to know something about keeping in training.”
“But look here, it seems to me you take this mighty seriously.”
“Farnsworth does,” she corrected. “That’s why he’s getting ten thousand a year.”
The figures recalled a vivid episode.
“Ten thousand a year,” he repeated after her. “Is that what he draws?”
“That’s what they say. Anyway, he’s worth it.”
“And you think I––I might make a job like that?”
“I’ll bet I’d try for it if I were in your boots,” she answered earnestly.
“I’ll bet you’d land it if you were in my boots.” He raised his coffee-cup. “Here’s to the ten thousand a year,” he drank.