I expect you meant kindly by speaking to me like this.

Now I'll be getting home." "One word before you go," said Morris.

"We may have been seen together.
They may want to know what we have spoken about." "Ah! that's well thought of." "I offer you a clerkship in my store." "And I refuse it.

That's our business.

Well, so long, Brother Morris, and may you find things go better with you in the future." That same afternoon, as McMurdo sat smoking, lost in thought beside the stove of his sitting-room, the door swung open and its framework was filled with the huge figure of Boss McGinty.