“What do you want money for?” asked master.
“To get a job.”
Master smiled. “You don’t wish money to get a job—you wish a job to get money.”
“I had work,” the fellow said with a twist of his mouth, as if he tasted something bad, “but it didn’t bring me in enough to keep body and soul together.”
“Now, what kind of a job do you want?” asked master.
“Somethin’ easy that will bring in lots of coin,” he said audaciously.
“Come, now—you know easy things don’t bring in lots of coin,” said master.
The young fellow swept his eyes about the handsome entrance hall, and said, “I bet you got this easy.”
Master shook his head, and stifled a yawn. It was a hot day, and he does not believe in arguing. However, he said shortly, “I did work for it.”
“Go on,” said the fellow jeeringly, “I don’t swallow that.”