ELLA: He's a terrible active man, Mr. Riley. Always pushing.
GIBSON: So Tom comes round more than ever, does he?
ELLA [_coyly_]: He does, sir!
GIBSON: I'm not going to lose you, am I, Ella?
ELLA: Well, sir, up to the time of that change in the factory we hadn't
expected we could get married for maybe two years yet, but the way
things are now--not that I want to leave here, sir--but it does look
like going right ahead with the wedding!
GIBSON: Tom feels that prosperous, does he?
ELLA: I guess he _is_ prosperous, sir!
GIBSON [_gravely digesting this_]: Well, I suppose I'm glad to hear it.
ELLA: Yes, sir; everybody's glad these days up at the factory, sir. I
don't mean about just Tom and me, they're glad.
GIBSON: You mean they're all in a glad condition?
ELLA: Oh, _are_ they, sir! Even the Commiskeys got an automobile last
month!
GIBSON: Well, I suppose that's splendid.
ELLA: Didn't you know about it, sir?
GIBSON: No, not a word. I've been pretty deep up in the Maine woods this
summer. Have you been over to the factory at all yourself, Ella?
ELLA: Yes, sir; visitors can go round just as they like to. They're glad
to have you.
GIBSON: When you've been over there, Ella--you know which one is Miss
Gorodna, don't you?
ELLA: Oh, yes, sir! She's one of the best in managing, Miss Gorodna.
GIBSON: You--did you--have you happened to see her?
ELLA: Yes, sir, once or twice.
GIBSON: Did she--ah--did she look overworked?
ELLA: Oh, I shouldn't say so, sir.
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