Chester lifted it.
“Yes, it is heavy,” he said.
“The minister’s got some company,” went on Abel, “and he’s given an extra large order.”
“How do you like working in the store, Abel?”
“It’s hard work, harder than I thought.”
“But remember what a magnificent salary you will get,” said Chester, with a smile.
“It ain’t half enough. Say, Chester, old Tripp is rich, ain’t he?”
“I should call myself rich if I had his money.”
“He’s a miserly old hunks, then, to give me such small pay.”
“Don’t let him hear you say so.”