Is this satisfactory, sir ?" "Quite so," answered the Major.

Twenty-four hundred a year! And only two hours' work! Quite satisfactory, indeed! His little office was very cosy, too; and the work of auditing the accounts of the most important customers of the house required accuracy but no amount of labor.

It was an ideal occupation for a man of his years and limited training.
He stayed in the office until two o'clock that day, in order to get fully acquainted with the details of his work.

Then he closed his desk, went to luncheon, which he enjoyed amazingly, and then decided to return to Willing Square and await Patsy's return from Madam Borne's.
As he let himself in he heard an awkward drumming and strumming on the piano, and peering slyly through the opening in the portierre he was startled to find Patsy herself making the dreadful noise, while a pretty girl sat beside her directing the movements of her fingers.
The Major watched for several minutes, in silent but amazed exultation; then he tiptoed softly to his room to smoke a cigar and wait until his daughter was at liberty to hear his great news and explain her own adventures.
When Uncle John came home to dinner he found father and daughter seated happily together in a loving embrace, their faces wreathed with ecstatic smiles that were wonderful to behold.
Uncle John was radiant in a brand new pepper-and-salt suit of clothes that fitted his little round form perfectly.

Patsy marvelled that he could get such a handsome outfit for the money, for Uncle John had on new linen and a new hat and even a red-bordered handkerchief for the coat pocket--besides the necktie, and the necktie was of fine silk and in the latest fashion.
The transformation was complete, and Uncle John had suddenly become an eminently respectable old gentleman, with very little to criticise in his appearance.
"Do I match the flat, now ?" he asked.
"To a dot!" declared Patsy.