At least, it was until you came, and--and--" "Don't try to understand it, Miss Stanton," he answered in a careless manner.

"Do you think you can manage to crawl to the automobile, or shall we carry you ?" "I'll bet Goldstein has murdered someone, and Mr.Jones knows all about it!" exclaimed Flo, who had been an interested witness of the scene.
Maud stood up, with her sister's support, and tested her lame ankle.
"It still hurts a little," she said, "but I can manage to hobble on it." "Get your sister's wraps," the boy said to Flo, "and we'll send her straight home." "I expect Goldstein will dock my salary, as well as fine Flo," remarked Maud musingly, as she waited for her hat and coat.

"He obeyed you very meekly, Mr.Jones, but I could see a wicked glitter in his eye, nevertheless." "I am sure the manager will neither dock nor fine either of you," he replied reassuringly.

"On the contrary, you might sue the company for damages, for leaving that lumber where you would fall over it." "Oh, no," she returned, laughing at the idea.

"We have signed contracts waiving any damages for injuries sustained while at work on the premises.
We all have to do that, you know, because the business is hazardous at its best.