"It occupied four days, and you wish to pay her at the rate of twenty-five cents per day."
"Really, it is nothing to me if your mother is a slow worker. I oughtn't to suffer for that."
"Wasn't the work well done?"
"Tolerably well."
"My mother is noted for her excellent work, Miss Framley. She is entitled to one dollar and a half for this piece of work, and that isn't enough. If she had taken my advice, she would have charged you two dollars."
"Really, you are a very presuming boy," said Miss Framley. "My friend, Miss Cutler, told me your mother would work cheap, and so I employed her. If she is contented with a dollar, I will send her some more work."
"She will not be contented with a dollar," said Paul, firmly. "I insist upon the price named."
Miss Framley drew out her purse, and, taking a half-dollar from it, with a spiteful air handed it to our hero.
"There," she said, "take it, but don't expect me to employ your mother again."
"I don't," said Paul. "Good-evening."