"Very well. I didn't speak of it because there is any hurry about it."
"You may not be in a hurry, but I am," thought Ben, "for I want the money."
Ben tackled the wood-pile vigorously. It was not a kind of work he was partial to; but he was sensible enough to know that he must accept what work came in his way without regard to his own preferences.
He had been at work about an hour when he heard his name called from the street. Looking up, he recognized James Watson.
"Is that you, Ben?" asked James, in some astonishment.
"It is supposed to be. Don't I look natural?" asked Ben, smiling.
"What are you doing?"
"Don't you see? I am sawing wood."
"You don't mean you go around from house to house sawing wood?"
"Why not?"