(I didn't—but not quite for her reason.)
As I had yet my room to make sure of, I decided to leave early. I told Maggie McGowan I was going home.
"Tired already?" There was still an hour to dark.
As I explained to her my reasons she looked at my amateur accomplishment spread on the board before us. I had only pressed a case of shoes—three dozen pairs.
"I guess I'll have to put it on my card," she soliloquized, "'cause I learned you."
"Do—do——"
"It's only about seven cents, anyway."
"Three hours' work and that's all I've made?"[2]
She regarded me curiously, to see how the amount tallied with my hope of gain and wealth.
"Yet you tell me I'm not stupid. How long have you been at it?"