If it hadn't been for that I shouldn't have fallen down and broken Miss Kinnaird's things." "And mine!" "And yours," admitted Weston.

"As I said, I'm particularly sorry.
Still, if you will let me have the bag afterward I can, perhaps, mend the lock.

You see, I assisted a general jobbing mechanic." Ida Stirling flashed a quick glance at him.

He had certainly a pleasant voice, and his manner was whimsically deferential.
"Why didn't you stay with him ?" she asked.

"Mending plows and wagons must have been easier than track-grading." Weston's eyes twinkled.
"He said I made him tired; and the fact is I mended a clock.