“I'm afraid I can't get into the current of it now.”
“You can look at the book! It must be somewhere among all these!”
“No doubt. But I haven't time to look for it now.”
“It won't take you a minute to find it.”
“I must not leave my work.”
“It wouldn't cost you more than one tiny minute!” pleaded Barbara like a child.
“Let me explain to you, miss:—I find the only way to be sure I don't cheat, is to know I haven't stopped an instant to do anything for myself. Sometimes I have stopped for a while; and then when I wanted to make up the time, I couldn't be quite sure how much I owed, and that made me give more than I needed—which I didn't like when I would gladly have been doing something else. When the time is my own, it is of far more value to me for the insides than to my employer for the outsides of the books. So you see, for my own sake as well as his, I cannot stop till my time is up.”
“That is being honest!”
“Who can consent to be dishonest! It is the meanest thing to undertake work and then imagine you show spirit by shirking what you can of it. There's a lot of fellows like that! I would as soon pick a pocket as undertake and not do!”
Barbara begged no more.