Not that I'd go to the theater in
the evening with a woman, because I wouldn't, but--Say, listen. Why
don't you make a play for her job? As long as I've got to put in a
heavy line of Featherlooms you may as well get the benefit of it. You
could double your commissions. I'll bet that woman makes her I-don't
know-how-many thousands a year."
Ed Meyers' naturally ruddy complexion took on a richer tone, and he
dropped his fork hastily. As he gazed at Miss Stitch his glance was
not more than half flattering. "How you women do love each other,
don't you! You don't. I don't mind telling you my firm's cutting down
its road force, and none of us knows who's going to be beheaded next.
But--well--a guy wouldn't want to take a job away from a woman--
especially a square little trick like McChesney. Of course she's
played me a couple of low-down deals and I promised to get back at
her, but that's business. But--"
"So's this," interrupted Miss Hattie Stitch. "And I don't know that
she is so square.
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