“The first of next week,” answered Mrs. Martin.
“We leave to-morrow,” Mr. Keller said. “This is the first long vacation I have had in a number of years.”
“Are you in business in Pocono, where Mr. Bardeen lives?” asked Mr. Martin.
“Yes, I am a sort of secretary for Amos Narr.”
“The millionaire?” asked Mrs. Martin.
“Yes, he is a very wealthy man,” said Mr. Keller.
“And very odd and peculiar,” added Mrs. Keller. “Sometimes I think he is very cross and ugly.”
“Oh, no, my dear,” objected her husband. “Mr. Narr, though, is very particular about his business. He wants everything done just so and right, and he will not take any excuses for mistakes. He is a hard man to work for, but he is not what you could call ugly.”
“He gets cross, doesn’t he?” asked Mrs. Keller.
“Yes, sometimes he gets very cross. I don’t like to work for him; but when you get to be as old as I am,” Mr. Keller said, with a sigh, “you have to work wherever you can. You can’t pick and choose.”