"More help? I should say we do need it. But how did Gus get them here so soon? It's not ten minutes since I 'phoned to him to send me four more men."
The boss entered the parlor.
"There's your four to a man." And the packer, shaking with laughter, turned again to the chair he had been wrapping.
"Very happy to make your 'quaintance, Mr. Boss." Berta stepped forward and offered her hand.
"Eh? What's this? Oh, to be sure! And I'm delighted to make yours." The boss made up his mind that the other men should find him equal to the occasion. "So you're looking for a job, eh? Well, now, what kind of a one would you prefer?"
"We prefer ev'y kind they is, Mr. Boss, 'cept ones that's too big and heavy for us. But Dick's very strong. He has mushes in his arms, so he has. Show them to Mr. Boss, Dick."
The little fellow promptly rolled up his sleeve and proudly doubled up his arm.
"Well, well, who'd ever believe it! But you see how things are in here. The pictures have to come down next. Do you think you are equal to that job?"
"I guess I've got muscle enough; but you girls haven't any, and Jack's only a baby; and maybe Uncle Rob and Aunt 'Lisbeth won't like it so very well if you drop the pictures when I hand them down to you."
"No, Dick, I s'pects they won't. What does you think about it, Beth?"