“I don't know what he wants of a companion,” said the storekeeper, with that disposition to criticise the affairs of his neighbors often found in country places.
“He thinks he needs one,” answered Herbert.
“And how much does he pay you now?” queried Ebenezer.
“Six dollars a week.”
“You don't mean it!” ejaculated the storekeeper. “Why, the man must be crazy!”
“I don't think he is,” said Herbert, smiling.
“Got plenty of money, I take it?” continued Ebenezer, who had a good share of curiosity.
“Yes; he tells me he is rich.”
“How much money has he got?”
“He didn't tell me that.”