“The pleasure’s all mine.” There was something unusual in her manners, something a little matter-of-fact. Elias, she’d called him, though he was quite certain he had never met a Jo Smith before. Still, if he were perfectly frank he didn’t mind it at all; if he wasn’t being Mr. Grimstone’d perhaps he’d have to fret less about whether he ought to be saying miss or ma’am or whatever else the people of polite society always expected so flawlessly.
He thought that the familiarity might be to blame for lulling him into some sense that they were friends already, because, having ushered her over to the workbench he’d been at and picked up the twig-clippers he’d been using to select and shape the broom-tail, he forgot himself a little. “You said see, I know, but as you’re here -” Elias glanced at her quickly, just to gauge her answer, whether it was worth asking at all. “...Do you think you might lend me a hand, just for a minute?” He gestured at the bundle of twigs that had been tied with string, but did not stay as gathered as they ought without being tightly held; what had he thought a few minutes ago, about needing three or four hands to do this work?
He thought that the familiarity might be to blame for lulling him into some sense that they were friends already, because, having ushered her over to the workbench he’d been at and picked up the twig-clippers he’d been using to select and shape the broom-tail, he forgot himself a little. “You said see, I know, but as you’re here -” Elias glanced at her quickly, just to gauge her answer, whether it was worth asking at all. “...Do you think you might lend me a hand, just for a minute?” He gestured at the bundle of twigs that had been tied with string, but did not stay as gathered as they ought without being tightly held; what had he thought a few minutes ago, about needing three or four hands to do this work?
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