“I don't know,” I said.
“You don't know!”
“No. And I don't seem to care. Suppose we don't talk about it. I am here, and I am ready to begin work. That's enough, isn't it?”
“Why, no; not quite. You're not doing it just to help me out?”
“No.”
“You don't need to work. You've got money enough.”
“No, I haven't. But money isn't my reason. I haven't any reason. Now show me the books, will you?”
“Don't be in a hurry. What does your mother think about it?”
“I haven't told her yet. Time enough for that when I know that I really mean it and you know that I am competent to fill the position. George, if you keep on cross-examining me I am likely to quit before I begin. I don't know why I am doing this, but just now I think I am going to do it if I can. However, I am not sure. So you had better be careful.”
“Humph! What did you catch up at that pond yesterday? I never saw a day's fishing make such a difference in a man in my life. . . . All right, Ros. All right. I won't pester you. Too glad to have you here for that. Now about the salary.”