“I know; there was some doubt about it, but I managed it—so far. That reminds me of what I came to see you about.”
“You’re a mean dub, Phin,” said Harry sadly. “I thought you came because you wanted to see me again.”
“So I did, as you know,” said the other with one of the infrequent smiles which made his thin face almost good-looking. “But there was business, too, in it. You see, Harry, I’m under rather more expense this year, and I’m trying to find a little work to help out. I’ve got a few furnaces in the village, but I need more.”
“My dear chap, I don’t own a furnace,” laughed Harry kindly. “You can search me!”
“I know,” answered Phin, echoing Hansel’s laugh. “What I want is to do any odd jobs you may have.”
“Odd jobs? For the love of Mike! what sort of odd jobs, you crazy duffer?”
“Well, carpentering and things like that. You know I’m pretty handy with tools. If you want any shelves put up or things like that, I can do them a good deal cheaper than the town carpenter will.”
“Oh!” Harry looked thoughtfully about the apartment. “Well, I don’t see anything right now, Phin, but if I ever want any tinkering you may be sure I’ll send for you.”
“Thanks.” Phin looked across at Hansel. “And I’d be glad if you would let me do anything of the sort for you, Mr. Dana,” he added.