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And he cut short her thanks with an "Oh, don't mention it. I'm only doin' what's square what helps me as well as you. I want to encourage you. You don't belong down among them cattle. Toughen up, Lorny. A girl with a bank account gets the pick of the beaux." And he nodded a dismissal.
But the facts were about as he brutally put it. "Oh, I know 'em. I've dealt with 'em all my life," pursued the box manufacturer. "Now, Lorny, you ought to be a forelady. You've got to toughen up and stop bein' so polite and helpful and all that. You'll never get on if you don't toughen up. Business is business. Be as sentimental as you like away from business, and after you've clum to the top.
Because I hire forepeople that get work out of the hands." Susan understood. But her expression was a comment that was not missed by the shrewd Matson. "Now, listen to me, Lorny. I want to give you a plain straight talk because I'd like to see you climb.
Well run along now what's your name?" "Lorna Sackville." "Lorny." He burst into a loud guffaw. "Lord, what a name! Sounds like a theayter. Seven sharp, Lorny. So long." Susan nodded with laughing eyes, thanked him and departed. She glanced up the street, saw Etta standing in the door of the restaurant.
Thanks to the bath, he was not exuding his usual odor that comes from bolting much strong, cheap food. "Well, Lorny what's the kick?" inquired he with his amiable grin. His rise in the world never for an instant ceased to be a source of delight to him; it and a perfect digestion kept him in a good humor all the time. "I want to know," stammered Susan, "if you can't give me a little more money."
Brashear, he in his nightdress of drawers and undershirt, she in the short flannel petticoat and sacque in which she always slept. Ashbel burst out of his room, kicking the door down instead of turning the knob. "Lorny," cried old Tom, "you take mother and Etta to the escape."
You must have a hard time. Not much over for diamonds, eh? You want to hustle round and get married, Lorny. Looks don't last long when a gal works. But you're holdin' out better'n them that gads and dances all night." "I help at the restaurant in the evening to piece out my board. I'm pretty tired when I get a chance to go to bed." "I'll bet!. . . So, you want more money. I've been watchin' you.
But she thought even the reality was far above the rest of the young men growing up among those degrading influences. The intrusion into her room was on a Sunday; on the following Sunday he came back as soon as Etta went out. "Look here, Lorny," said he, with blustering tone and gesture, "I want to have a plain talk with you. I'm sick and tired of this. There's got to be a change."
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