"She did," said George quickly. "Fred had to save up his spending money for several days before he bought her. You don't talk like a native around here, Sam. Where did you come from?"
"I come from New York," answered Sam.
"What were you doing there?"
"Oh, I worked in a factory where we made legs and feet and arms for dummies and models."
"Fine job," laughed George. "Did you like it?"
"I liked the job all right," replied Sam, "but I didn't like our foreman. I quit on account of him."
"What was wrong with him?"
"Everything," said Sam quietly.
"So that was why you left and came up here to work on motor-boats was it?"
"Yes," answered Sam. "That foreman was the hardest man to get along with I ever saw. I put up with it for months, but finally there came a day when I decided I wouldn't stand any more of it."