I shall have to get Jane to help you
"They would?" and she raised her blue eyes indignantly to his. "No matter, you are the one to say about that."
"I say they do too much. I shall have to get Jane to help you."
"By all means! Then you’ll have more society."
"That was a home shot. You know how I dote on everybody’s absence, even Jane’s."
"You dote on butter. See how firm and yellow it’s getting. You wouldn’t think it was milk-white cream a little while ago, would you? Now I’ll put in the salt and you must taste it, for you’re a connoisseur."
"A what?"
"Judge, then."
"You know a sight more than I do, Alida."
"I’m learning all the time."
"So am I–to appreciate you."
"Listen to the sound of the rain and the water as it runs into the milk-cooler. It’s like low music, isn’t it?"
Poor Holcroft could make no better answer than a sneeze.
"Oh-h," she exclaimed, "you’re catching cold? Come, you must go right upstairs. You can’t stay here another minute. I’m nearly through."
"I was never more contented in my life."
"You’ve no right to worry me. What would I do if you got sick? Come, I’ll stop work till you go."
"Well then, little boss, goodbye."