What a great scholar you must be! I should think you'd write a book." "Perhaps I may one of these days." "I will go right up to the mayor's house now," said Katy, as she bade him good afternoon.
Before she went, she returned home and nicely enclosed six sticks of candy in white paper as a present for Freddie, the mayor's little son.
On her way up to Park Street she opened Simon's paper, and read it.

It sounded funny to her, with its big words and fine sentences; and then what a puffing Master Simon had given himself! She even began to wonder if there was not something about her gentlemanly friend which was not all right.
She reached the mayor's house, and as it was his time to be at home, she was conducted to the library.
"Ah, Katy, I am glad to see you," said he, taking her hand.
"Thank you, sir.

I have brought this candy for Master Freddie." "You are very good, and I suppose you are so proud that I must not offer to pay you for it." "If you please, don't, sir," replied Katy, unconsciously taking Master Simon's testimonial from her pocket.

"I don't want you to pay me in money, but you may pay me in another way, if you please." "May I?
What have you in your hand ?" "A paper, sir.

You remember Master Simon Sneed ?" "No, I don't." "The young man at Sands & Co.'s." "O, yes; the young gentleman that uses so many long words." "He has left his place, and wants to get another." "He has left it?
Why was that ?" "He asked for more wages.