“It's for some 'work' I did yesterday.”
She was more astonished than ever.
“Work! You?” she exclaimed.
“Yes. But don't worry; I shan't do it again.”
“Land! THAT wouldn't worry me. What sort of work was it?”
“Oh, I—I picked up something adrift in the bay.”
“Um-hm. I see. Somethin' belongin' to the Coltons, I s'pose likely. Why won't you do it again? Ain't they paid you enough?”
Again I laughed. “They have paid me too much,” I said, bitterly. “What I picked up wasn't worth the money.”