"You have taken me for, Mr. Belcher?"
"Nothing offensive. Don't roll up your pretty eyes in that way."
Mrs. Dillingham was getting angry.
"Please don't address me in that way again," she said.
"Well, what the devil have you to do with the boy any way, if you are not at work for me? That's what I'd like to know."
"I like him, and he is fond of me."
"I don't see how that helps me," responded Mr. Belcher.
"It is enough for me that I enjoy it."
"Oh, it is!"
"Yes, it is," with an emphatic nod of the head.