"Alas, Mrs. Trapes, I frequently grow tired of myself."
Mrs. Trapes turned away to give her attention to the ham.
"Did ye see that b'y Arthur yesterday?" she enquired presently over her shoulder.
"Yes."
"How's he like his noo job?"
"Well, I can't say that he seems—er—fired with a passion for it."
"Office work, ain't it?"
"I believe it is."
"Well, you mark my words, that b'y won't keep it a week."
"Oh, I don't know," said Ravenslee, "he seemed quite content."