“Don’t be in a hurry, Mr. Bickford,” he said. “Wait till we get to the city.”
“Do you know, Joe,” said Joshua, in a tone of satisfaction, “I am richer than I was when I sot out from home?”
“I am glad to hear it, Mr. Bickford. You have worked hard, and deserve your luck.”
“I had only three hundred dollars then; now I’ve got four hundred and seventy-five, takin’ out what I owe you.”
“You needn’t take it out at all.”
“You’ve done enough for me, Joe. I don’t want you to give me that debt.”
“Remember, Joshua, I have got a business in the city paying me money all the time. I expect my share of the profits will be more than I have earned out here.”
“That’s good. I wish I’d got a business like you. You’d be all right even if you only get enough to pay expenses here.”
“That’s so.”
“I am getting rather tired of this place, Mr. Bickford,” said Joe, after a little pause.