"It is perfectly simple, Mr.Burns, here, now, I'll show you: You are to sit down there on that nice comfortable rock,--that is your big office-chair, you know,--and I'll sit right here on this rock,--which is my little stenography-chair,--and you will just explain the serious business proposition to me with careful attention to details.

I must tell you that 'detailing' is one of my strong points, so don't spare me.

I really should have my notebook, shouldn't I ?" Again, in spite of himself, Brian smiled; also, before he was aware, they were both seated as Betty Jo had directed.
"But this is not a business matter, Miss Williams," he managed to protest half-heartedly.
Betty Jo was looking at her watch in a most matter-of-fact manner, and she answered in a most matter-of-fact voice: "Everything is more or less a business matter, isn't it, Mr.Burns ?" And Brian, if he had answered, would have agreed.
Betty Jo slipped her watch back into her pocket, and continued: "You will have plenty of time before that man with my trunk and things can get away 'round over Schoolhouse Hill and down again to Auntie Sue's.

He will be obliged to stop at neighbor Tom's, and tell them all about me, of course.

We mustn't let him beat us to the house, though; so, perhaps, you better begin, don't you think ?" That "don't-you-think ?" so characteristic of Betty Jo, did its work, as usual; and so, almost before Brian Kent realized what he was doing, it had been decided for him that to follow Judy's advice was the best possible thing he could do, and he was relating his whole wretched experience to this young woman, about whom he knew nothing except that she was a niece of an old pupil of Auntie Sue's, and that she had just finished a course in a business college in Cincinnati.
At several points in his story Betty Jo asked straightforward questions, or made short, matter-of-fact comments; but, always with her businesslike air of competent interest.