He realizes that he'll do for the workrooms, but not for the
front shop. He knows that if he wants to keep on growing he's got to
have what they call a steerer. Somebody smooth, and polished, and
politic, and what the highbrows call suave. Do you pronounce that with
a long _a_, or two dots over? Anyway, you get me. You're all those
things and considerable few besides. He's wise to the fact that a
business man's got to have poise these days, and balance. And when it
comes to poise and balance, Mrs. McChesney, you make a Fairbanks scale
look like a raft at sea."
"While I don't want to seem to hurry you," drawled Mrs. McChesney,
"might I suggest that you shorten the overture and begin on the first
act?"
"Well, you know how I feel about your business genius."
"Yes, I know," enigmatically.
Ed Meyers grinned. "Can't forget those two little business
misunderstandings we had, can you?"
"Business understandings," corrected Emma McChesney.
"Call 'em anything your little heart dictates, but listen.
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