“Not you. You are Denboro's shining light. The mothers and fathers here point you out as an example of what industry and ambition and honest effort may rise to. I—”
“Shut up!” He said it almost savagely. “There!” he added, quickly, “let's change the subject. Talk about something worth while. Humph! I guess they must be opening another crate of those Boston 'homegrowns,' judgin' by the time it takes Nellie to get your sample.”
“I am in no hurry. How are affairs at the bank?”
“Oh, so, so. Don't know a good man who wants a job, do you? Henry Small's going to leave the middle of next month.”
“Small, the bookkeeper? Why?”
“Got a better chance up to the city. I don't blame him. Don't tell anybody yet; it's a secret. Say, Ros, DO you know of a good, sharp, experienced fellow?”
I smiled. “Is it likely?” I asked. “How large is my acquaintance among sharp, experienced fellows down here?”
“Not so large as it ought to be, I'll give in to that. But you know one.”
“Do I, indeed? Who is he?”
“Yourself. You wouldn't take Small's job, would you?”