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The document was a contract made between Blanche Lady Woldo of the one part and Edward Henry Machin of the other part, whereby Blanche Lady Woldo undertook to appear in musical comedy at any West End Theatre to be named by Edward Henry, at a salary of two hundred pounds a week for a period of six months. "You've not got a theatre," said Mr. Slosson.
In his summary of Lorelei's present life Slosson had not been far wrong. Many changes had come to the Knights during the past two years changes of habit, of thought, and of outlook; the entire family had found it necessary to alter their system of living. But it was in the girl that the changes showed most. When Mrs.
"I don't see what difference it makes, anyway." "Oh, yes, you do." He stopped. "Or perhaps you don't, after all. I forget how young you are. Well, now, Miss Brandeis, you and your woman's mind, and your masculine business experience and sense are to be turned loose on our infants' wear department. The buyer, Mr. Slosson, is going to resent you. Naturally.
Slosson yawned prodigiously. "I reckon you ain't needing me?" he said. "Better go up in the bow and get some sleep," advised Carrington, and Slosson, nothing loath, clambered down from the roof of the cabin and stumbled forward. The ceaseless murmur of the rushing waters grew in the stillness as the keel boat drew nearer the hurrying yellow flood, and the beat of the Kentuckian's pulse quickened.
Slosson here this morning. After all, he's been here for years, and I'm practically an upstart. He's so much older, too. I I hate to hurt him. I wish you'd " But Fenger shook his head. "Slosson's due now. And he has got to take his medicine. This is business, Miss Brandeis. You ought to know what that means. For that matter, it may be that you haven't hit upon an idea.
Hannibal, who had climbed to the roof of the cabin, shrieked for help, and Betty added her voice to his. "All right, Nevvy!" came the cheerful reply, as Yancy threw himself over the side of the boat and grappled with Slosson. "Uncle Bob! Uncle Bob!" cried Hannibal. Slosson uttered a cry of terror.
Not enough space. Full of pictures. Good ones. And the feature of that catalogue ought to be, not separate garments, but complete outfits. Outfits boxed, ready for shipping, and ranging in price all the way from twenty-five dollars to three-ninety-eight " "It can't be done!" yelled Slosson. "Three-ninety-eight! Outfits!" "It can be done.
She would wish it now more than ever since the very thing she had striven to prevent had happened. Slosson seated himself and took up the oars, Bunker followed with Hannibal and they pushed off. No word was spoken until they disembarked on the opposite shore, when Slosson addressed Bunker. "I reckon I can manage that young rip-staver, you go back after Sherrod and the nigger," he said.
A few moments later they were bending over the infant together, and Edward Henry was offering his views on the cause and cure of rash. Early on the same afternoon Edward Henry managed by a somewhat excessive obstreperousness to penetrate once more into the private room of Mr. Slosson, senior, who received him in silence. He passed a document to Mr. Slosson. "It's only a copy," he said.
In that case, Slosson would have the laugh, wouldn't he?" Slosson entered at that moment. And there was a chip on his shoulder. It was evident in the way he bristled, in the way he seated himself. His fingers drummed his knees. He was like a testy, hum-ha stage father dealing with a willful child. Fenger took out his watch. "Now, Miss Brandeis."
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