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Book, page 141 / 256 "Why don't you ask your uncle that?" "I did," said Leonard, "but he snapped me up, and told me to mind my own business. He is getting terribly cross lately." "It's his stomach, I presume," said Stark, urbanely. "He is a confirmed dyspeptic-- that's what's the matter with him. Now; I've got the digestion of an ox. Nothing ever troubles me, and the result is that I am as calm and good-natured as a May morning." "Don't you ever get riled, Mr. Stark?" asked Leonard, laughing. "Well, hardly ever. Sometimes when I am asked fool questions by one who seems to be prying into what is none of his business, I get wrathy, and when I'm roused look out !" He glanced meaningly at Leonard, and the boy understood that the words conveyed a warning and a menace. "Is anything the matter with you, Mr. Gibbon? Are you as well as usual?" asked Mr. Jennings one morning. The little man was always considerate, and he had noticed the flurried and nervous manner of his bookkeeper. "No, sir; what makes you ask?" said Gibbon, apologetically. "Perhaps you need a vacation," suggested Mr. Jennings. "Oh, no, I think not. Besides, I couldn't be spared." "I would keep the books myself for a week to favor you." "You are very kind, but I won't trouble you just yet.
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