"No, suh; much obliged, but I ain't got only a minute to stay," said O'Day.
O'Day squinted his eyes, his lips moving in silent calculation.
"'Tain't no gift of money, or nothin' like that," O'Day hastened to explain.
"Yes, seven would have to be the hour, Mr. Kling" said O'Day.
At the sound of O'Day's step the occupant lifted his head and peered out.
He had now taken in the width of O'Day's shoulders and the length of his forearm.
"Yes, sir, thirty," and she crept back and laid the rule in O'Day's hand.
"Nat talks too much, Mr. O'Day," he piped in a high-keyed voice.
Couldn't you bring her down here once in a while, Mr. O'Day?
She had moved to O'Day's side and had slipped her hand in his.
