The girl regarded him thoughtfully.
“You have to work awful hard, don't you, Mr. Chase?” she said.
Isaiah looked at her suspiciously.
“Huh?” he grunted. “Who told you that?”
“Nobody. I just guessed it from what you said.”
“Humph! Well, you guessed right. I don't have many spare minutes.”
“Yes, sir. Are you a perfect slave?”
“Eh? What?”
“Mrs. Hobbs says she is a perfect slave when she has to work hard.”
“Who's Mrs. Hobbs?”