"I was thinking of that, too. It isn't fair that your uncle should have all the help on his end. I only wish we knew where we could get a good woman to help her."
Tony, who was standing near, was listening closely to what was being said:
"Mr. Bob, I have-a no told you that I got-a da wife who live in-a da city, and I know she like-a da come and work for-a your Aunt Bettie. We got-a no-a da kids, and she like-a da country, like-a da me."
"That's a fine idea," said the banker, turning around quickly. "Where is she now, Tony?"
"She in Pittsburgh, wid her brud."
"Send for her right away, Tony," said the banker.
"All right, Mr. White, but I have no-a da mon."
"Oh, that's so, Tony. Well, we'll take care of that."
The banker left and returned a few minutes later and handed Tony $25.
"This is on account of your work, Tony."