“I suppose you accepted that.”
“No, I didn’t. I will have a new suit or none at all.”
“I like your spirit. I wish I could have you to work for me.”
“I would rather work for you than for Mr. Tarbox, but there is one thing I would like better still.”
“What is that?”
“To go to California.”
“What put that into your head?”
“Mrs. Bartlett was mentioning that John Heywood had just got back, bringing ten thousand dollars in gold.”
“Sho! You don’t say so.”
“And he bought a farm and is going to put up a new house.”