“Yes; you can hire me.”
“Well, we’ll pay so much for your hands, and so much for your head and brains.”
Archie laughed.
“And,” continued Bob, “I’m sure that Sarah will do the very best for the three of us.”
“Sarah! Why, what do you mean, Bob?”
“Only this, lad: Sarah has promised to become my little wife.”
The girl had just entered.
“Haven’t you, Sarah?”
“Hain’t I what?”
“Promised to marry me.”