“Say, Bob, do you remember that Irish girl, Katie Flynn, that was with the Spaffords so long a time?”
“I’ve heard of her,” said Weatherly. “They say she stayed a year with them without a single day off. But I don’t believe any fairy story like that.”
“ ’Twas a fact. Well, I engaged her today for a cook. She’s going out to the house tomorrow.”
“Confound you for a lucky dog,” shouted Weatherly, with envy in his tones and his heart, “and you live four blocks further out than we do!”