She took the bundle, opened it and ran her eye rapidly over it.
“It’ll do,” she said. “Might have been better done, but it’ll answer.”
She was about to close the door, as if her business with Robert was at an end, but this did not suit our hero.
“It will be twenty-five cents,” he said in a business-like tone.
“Were you afraid I would forget to pay you?” asked Mrs. Jones rather sourly.
“No, ma’am, but I supposed you would like to know how much it would be.”
“Very well; now I know.”
If Robert had been easily abashed he would have dropped the matter there and suffered her to take her time about paying, but he knew that his aunt’s intended purchasing must be made with ready money and he persisted.
“I would like the money now,” he said, “for I am going to the store to buy something.”
“It seems to me you are in a great hurry,” said Mrs. Jones unpleasantly.