"Naw," he said, "I finished the dusting."
Miss Levy took the paper gently but firmly from his hands.
"You come with me," she said.
He followed her to the office, where the monthly statements were ready for mailing.
"Put the statements in those envelopes," she said, "and seal them up."
Milton sat down meekly on a high stool and piled up the envelopes in front of him.
"Ain't you got any sponge for to wet these envelopes on?" he asked.
Miss Levy favoured him with a cutting glance.
"Ain't you delicate!" she said. "Use your tongue."
For five minutes Milton folded and licked and then he hazarded a conversational remark: