I ain't saying anything, of course, but I'm on, all right." He winked again.

I walked back to the cashier's window.

Taylor had, evidently, seen me talking with the bookkeeper, for he was standing by the little gate, waiting for me.
"Hello, Ros," he said.

"Glad to see you.

Come in." George Taylor was a type of smart country boy grown to manhood in the country.