"He said he did not know you. But I showed him your paper, in which you had written down what you thought of yourself."
"Well, what did he say to that?" asked Simon, eagerly.
"I thought he would split his fat sides laughing. He didn't seem to believe a word of it."
"He didn't? I am surprised at that."
"He said you were a conceited puppy."
"I always took the mayor for a sensible fellow; I see I have been mistaken."
"He didn't like it because you sent me to him upon such an errand. He said you had imposed upon me."
"Go on, Katy; I may expect anything after what you have said," replied Simon, with all the coolness and indifference he could command.
"He said he believed you were a worthless fellow. Then he told me to meet him at the store of the Messrs. Sands & Co., and he would inquire about you."
"Then you went to the store?"