“I guess the storm’s blown over.”
“He didn’t seem to like it that I was here.”
“He don’t have a very high opinion of you; and I don’t blame him,” said the book-keeper, unable to restrain his sarcasm, although John was his cousin.
“Seems to me you’re pretty hard on me,” said John, aggrieved. “Do you think he’ll let me stay?”
“I think he will, if you do your duty.”
“Oh, I’ll do that fast enough,” said John, looking relieved.
“I advise you not to let Mr. Sands see you with a cigarette in your mouth.”
“Who told you I smoked cigarettes? It’s a—”
“You’d better not finish the sentence. I saw you last evening on the street with one in your mouth.”
“I guess I’ll have to be more careful,” said John to himself. “Who’d have thought he’d find out?”