Sanford looked up from her tea. "There's one thing I don't
like, Jim, and that's the way that money comes. You didn't-you
didn't really earn it."
"Oh' don't worry yourself about that. That's the way things go. It's
just luck."
"Well, I can't see it just that way. It seems to me just-like
gambling. You win' but-but somebody else must lose."
"Oh well, look a-here; if you go to lookin' too sharp into things
like that, you'll find a good 'eal of any business like gamblin'."
She said no more, but her face remained clouded. On the way
down to the store they met Lincoln.
"Come down to the store, Link, and bring Joe. I want to talk with
yeh."
Lincoln stared, but said, "All right." Then added, as the others
walked away, "Well, that feller ain't got no cheek t' talk to me like
that-more cheek 'n a gov'ment mule!"
Jim took a seat near the door and watched his wife as she went
about the store. She employed two clerks now, while she attended
to the books and the cash. He thought how different she was, and
he liked (and, in a way, feared) her cool, businesslike manner, her
self-possession, and her smileless conversation with a drummer
who came in. Jim was puzzled.
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