Often was I called away from the bundle department to attend them.

No one seemed to suit them but me.

Why, it was only the day before I left that an elegant, aristocratic lady from Beacon Street made me go clear home with her." "Why, what for ?" "To carry her bundle; but that was all a pretense." "Did she invite you to tea, Master Simon ?" asked Katy, who could hardly help laughing in his face.
"No, but she kept me quarter of an hour at the door." "What did she say ?" "She was trying to make it out that I had brought the wrong bundle, and so she opened it, in the entry; but it was only to keep me there." "You think she was smitten ?" laughed Katy.
"I have an opinion," replied Simon, sagely.

"There are a good many fine ladies will miss my face." Katy didn't think any fine lady could be much charmed with that thin, hatchet face; and she realized now that Master Simon was a great heap of vanity.

She never thought before that he could be so silly.