I thought you'd be more apt to inquire about somebody else ?" "I am not good at guessing enigmas," said Rose.
"Your friend, Ben Barclay," returned Tom, with a sneer.

"Father won't have him in the store!" "Oh, I see; you are going to take his place," said Rose mischievously.
"I?
What do you take me for ?" said Tom, haughtily.

"I suppose Ben Barclay will have to go to work on a farm." "That is a very honorable employment," said Rose calmly.
"Yes; he can be a hired man when he grows up.

Perhaps, though, he will prefer to go to the city and become a bootblack." "Ben ought to be very much obliged to you for the interest you feel in his welfare," said Rose, looking steadily and scornfully at Tom.
"Good-morning." "She feels sore about it," thought Tom complacently.

"She won't be quite so ready to accept Ben's attentions when he is a farm laborer." Tom, however, did not understand Rose Gardiner.