It will take that time to make up my accounts." "I am sorry," said Ben, "for I suppose I shall have to retire, too." "I don't know about that, Ben.

Very likely my successor may want you." "That depends on who he is.

Do you mind telling me, or is it a secret ?" "Oh, no; it will have to come out, of course.

Squire Davenport has bought the business." "The squire isn't going to keep the store, is he ?" asked Ben, in amazement.
"No; though he will, no doubt, supervise it.

He will employ a manager." "Do you know who is to be the manager, Mr.Crawford ?" "Some connection of his named Kirk." Ben whistled.
"Do you know him ?" the storekeeper was led to inquire.
"I have not seen him, but he called with the squire on my mother," said Ben significantly.
"I shall be glad to recommend you to him." "It will be of no use, Mr.Crawford," answered Ben, in a decided tone.
"I know he wouldn't employ me, nor would I work for him if he would.
Neither he nor the squire is a friend of mine." "I did not dream of this, Ben.