Carmella Commands
“He sure does,” said Carmella. “Listen, Mr. Dixon, I think he’s going to want you for a partner.”
“For a partner! Your dad! For the love of the late Mr. Moses!”
“He was speaking about it only last night. I told him you weren’t a chauffeur any more. You see, Mr. Dixon, he’s getting more and more business all the time. He’s going to be a big contractor some day. And he needs help—you and he could help each other get rich.
“You see, he can’t talk much American, and he’s poor on figures. But he knows an awful lot about jobs and men. He knows what you don’t, and you know what he don’t, and—and—well, you see⸺”
“And we’d make a team,” laughed Dixon.
“Well, you know what I mean. And I’d like it awfully well. And you’ll never get rich being a chauffeur, you know, no matter how good you are at it.”
Just then the nurse came hurrying down the corridor.
“Time’s up!” she said sharply. “You must go now, girl.”
“Dad wants to talk it over with you,” Carmella said to Dixon, taking his hand and leading him slowly down the corridor. “Maybe he could come here to see you, if you want him. Will you telephone this evening and make a date?”
“Hurry up!” cried the nurse, “or I’ll get called down.”
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