human
A salary _and_ commissions--do you get me, wench? he repeated for the third time.
gpt
I'm to run the whole shebang, advertisements and all, and put what boys I like on the road with it, while I sit back in me office like a young Pierpont Morgan directing operations! La-la-laihoo!
human
Mr. Archibald, behave! Me, a respectable spinster woman--
gpt
True! ''tis pity 'tis, 'tis true!' Away with frivolity now! I must remember the dignity of me office!
human
It means better wages, don't it?
gpt
Wages, woman? A salary _and_ commissions! Ha!
human
And you'll be getting too rich and grand for the attic now, I suppose. She sighed.
gpt
You'll be setting up at some swell boarding-house, maybe, or perhaps at that club where all the young society fellows live?
human
The club!--why not? I hadn't thought of that. But then he grinned,
gpt
I can see 'em hailing me--'Yere's yer paper, sir!--yere's yer five o'clock edition! All about de mysterious moider on de Island!'--No, I guess it won't do. The little old Y. M. C. A.'s club enough for me. And as for leaving my attic, Mrs. Neal-- he shook his head.
human
Why, it's home to me. I reckon I'll be here till the roof falls in--which it's likely to do at any moment in a favorable breeze.
gpt
Pooh! You'll be getting married before long, and you won't marry the sort of wife who'll want to live in a garret, neither!
human
A book of verses underneath the roof, A cup of coffee and an egg in troof, And Mrs. Neal to cook it up for us-- Ah, attic life were Paradise enoof!