“She acts just as though she was going to tip over,” said he, clinging to the wash-board.
“Tip over! She don’t do that sort of thing. She has got over all her bad habits,” replied the skipper. “But I should like to have you spin your yarn before we get up to Field’s Bay, so that I may know what to do with you.”
“I have been looking for a place in a store for a year, for I was graduated at the high-school last summer,” Mr. Millweed began. “I know a young man by the name of Hackett Tungwood, who is in a store in Burlington. He wanted a vacation
of a week, and he engaged me to take his place while he was absent.”
“Did his boss agree to it?” asked Dory.
“His employer did agree to it, and treated me very kindly when I went to the store at seven o’clock this morning. About nine o’clock Mr. Lingerwell, who is Hack’s brother-in-law, and the head man in the store, sent me to the safe for the cash-book.”
“I got the book, and gave it to him. Just then Mr. Longbrook, the proprietor, came in, and asked Mr. Lingerwell for the four hundred and fifty dollars which had been put in the safe the night before. I saw the head man go to the safe, and then both he and his employer seemed to be in great consternation.”
“Short words, or you never will finish,” interposed Dory.
“I did not know what the matter was, but Mr. Lingerwell used a great many exclamations.”
“What did he do with them?”