“Well,” said the girl, “I said good morning to you and you didn’t even grunt in reply.”
“The top of the morning to you, Miss Masters,” said Grogan, hastening to remedy his oversight and removing his hat with an ornate bow.
“Sure, and I’m wishing you the same and many of them,” replied the girl.
Mr. Grogan bowed again and added:
“And, if I have failed in the politeness due a lady, I begs yer pardon.”
“You’re forgiven, Mr. Grogan,” replied Miss Masters, resuming her work.
Grogan returned to his meditations. He was regarding his mutilated cigar ruefully when Miss Masters observed:
“If all of the millionaires were as thorough gentlemen as you are, Mr. Grogan, we wouldn’t have any labor unions.”
The word millionaire seemed to sting Grogan.
“I’ll thank you,” he said abruptly, “to leave me out of the millionaire class.”