J. (solus). Well, aint that a streak of luck! Here I am, just come to the city, and earnin’ a salary of two thousand dollars a year. Won’t it make dad stare? I guess marm’ll be glad I come now. Wonder what Mary Jane’ll say? She’ll be mighty sorry I’ve gone and left her. But she aint fit for the wife of a merchant like me! I must write to dad to-night. I would now, only my time belongs to the firm. Two thousand dollars a year! Why, that’s six dollars a day, and more, almost as much a day as I used to git in a month. Guess I’ll buy a watch after I git my first month’s pay. Holloa, what’s that?
(Enter Thomas Hempton, R.)
H. (looking at Jonathan with surprise). What are you doing here?
J. (with dignity). Tendin’ to business.
H. And how do you happen to be attending to business in my office?
J. Look here, mister, I guess you have made a little mistake. This aint your office. It’s mine and Jenkins’.
H. (sarcastically). Indeed! And I suppose that is your ledger that you have before you?
J. Of course it is.
H. Well, you’re a mighty cool customer, though you look rather green than otherwise. Perhaps you can tell me who this Jenkins is.
J. He’s the boss of this concern. That is, him and me are the two bosses.