“On the third floor?”
The old man nodded.
“That’s the office,” said Scoop.
“Office?”
“The man who used to own this mill,” explained Scoop, “built the little room on the third floor for an office. A queer place for an office. Don’t you think so?”
“Here’s your soap.”
“Are you going to be in town very long?” [[77]]
“That all depends on how much stuff I sell.”
“Soap?”
“Of course. Soap sellin’ is my business.”