"How should you like to work for me?"
"I should like to ever so much. But I don't know enough yet to correct high school papers. All I can do is housework."
"And that's just what I want of you, Dora. You didn't know I had leased the Atlantic House, did you?"
"No, indeed, Uncle John. Do you mean you're coming here summers to manage that hotel?"
"Yes, for the next ten years, anyway, I expect. Do you like to fill lamps and clean chimneys, Dora?"
"Why, that's the part of the housework I can do best."
"That's good. Will you work for me twelve weeks this summer for three dollars and a half a week?"
"Oh, Uncle John, of course I will. But isn't there gas in that hotel?"
"No, just kerosene lamps. I know some people like gas better, but I don't. It's too dangerous and it's bad for one's eyes. So even if I could spare the money this summer, I shouldn't pipe the house for gas. It can't be many years before there will be a cleaner and better light. The Wizard will soon attend to that."