“And how do you like your position?”
“Very well, Miss Gladys,” he replied; and then, feeling the inadequacy of this, he added with fervor, “I'm so happy I can't tell you.”
“I'm very glad to hear it,” she said. “And I'm sure you fill it very well.”
“I've done the best I can, Miss Gladys,” said he.
There was a moment's pause. “You find there is a good deal to learn?” she inquired.
“Yes,” he answered. “But you see, it's about flowers, and I was always interested in flowers.”
And again there was a pause; and then suddenly Miss Wygant flung a question at him—“Samuel, why do you look at me like that?”
Samuel was almost knocked over.
“Why—why—” he gasped. “Miss Gladys! I don't—!”
“Ah!” she said, “but you do.”