"Take your tippet off, set right down, ef you're in earnest."
"Oh, I am in earnest; but what sort of work is it?"
"It's gluein' suspender straps."
"Suspenders! I want to work in a shoe-shop!"
He smiled, indulgent of this whim.
"They all does! Don't they, Mary?" (She acquiesced.)
"Then they get sick of the shop, and they come back to me. You will!"
"Let me try the shoe-shop first; then if I can't get a job I'll come back."
He was anxious to close with me, however, and took up a pile of the suspender straps, tempting me with them.
"What you ever done?"