“I was thinking of that,” said Berty, wrinkling her brows. “We ought to have some man or woman here. But we have no money to pay any one.”
“I suppose you wouldn’t take such a position,” said the Mayor.
“I!” exclaimed Berty, “why, I’d love it.”
“You wouldn’t need to stay all the time,” said Mr. Jimson. “You could get a woman to help you.”
“All the women about here are pretty busy.”
“You’d pay her, of course. There’d have to be a salary—not a heavy one—but I could fix up something with the city council. They’ve built the park. They’re bound to provide for it.”
“I should love to earn some money,” said Berty, eagerly, “but, Mr. Jimson, perhaps people would talk and say I had just had the park made to create a position for myself.”
“Suppose they did—what would you care?”
“Why, I’d care because I didn’t.”