His closing words were intended to refer to Hiram's family, but
Quincy made no reply.

Mr. Strout was never at a loss for words: "How do you like being
Governor?"

"So well that one term is enough. I'm going to Europe later."

"I mean to go some day. I've heard so many foreigners blow about what
they've got over there, I'm kinder anxious to see for myself. If
they've got a better grocery store than this, I'll introduce
improvements as soon as I get back."

Hiram having finished his work and dispatched the team, the three
partners went into the private office, which was monopolized by Mr.
Strout. It contained one desk and two chairs. Hiram brought in an
empty nail keg and closed the door.

"We've done twenty per cent. more business this month than same time
last year." Mr. Strout opened a desk drawer. "Will you smoke,
Guv'nor?"

Quincy accepted the cigar, and Strout, without offering one to Hiram,
was returning the box to the drawer when Hiram, by a quick movement,
gained possession of it, and taking out half-a-dozen put them in his
pocket.

"That'll even matters up a little, I guess," he said. Mr. Strout
scowled, but catching Quincy's eye, said nothing.