"I have no engagements across the Styx, ma'am."
"My other foremen thought they were permanent fixtures here,
too."
"We're all liable to mistakes."
"Even you, I suppose."
"I'll sign a lease to give y'u possession of my skill for as long
as y'u like."
She settled herself comfortably back in an easy chair, as
alluring a picture of buoyant, radiant youth as he had seen in
many a day. "But the terms. I am afraid I can't offer you as much
as you make at your present occupation."
"I could keep that up as a side-line."
"So you could. But if you use my time for your own profit, you
ought to pay me a royalty on your intake."
His eyes lit with laughter. "I reckon that can be arranged. Any
percentage you think fair It will all be in the family, anyway."
"I think that is one of the things about which we don't agree,"
she made answer softly, flashing him the proper look of inviting
disdain from under her silken lashes.
He leaned forward, elbow on the chair-arm and chin in hand.
"We'll agree about it one of these days."
"Think so?" she returned airily.
"I don't think. I know."
Just an eyebeat her gaze met his, with that hint of shy
questioning, of puzzled doubt that showed a growing interest.
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