Carmella Commands
haps—she resolved to think this over—there was virtue in waiting for the right moment.
“—and what’s the best time of day to see him?” Dixon was asking.
“Who? Dad? Most any evening. He’s been elected to something in the Sons of Italy, so he goes to the clubrooms some evenings. Better telephone, when you know when you can come.”
“I’ll do that. Listen, kid, can you keep a secret?”
“Oh, splendid!”
“Then what would you say if I told you Mrs. Barrington had been here?”
“She has? She didn’t! Tell me!”
“She sure did! Yesterday. You said you boiled her for firing me. Maybe that helped. Anyway, she asked me to take the job back.”
Carmella gazed in dismay.
“But—you’re not going to! You’re going to be with dad.”
“That’s to be seen. I hope so, sort of. But she’s crazy to have me. It seems the new Englishman jammed her into a crash the other day, and she’s fired him. She almost teased me to come.”
“What did you tell her?”
“Told her I had a chance to go into business. She offered to raise my pay, and apologized for having fired me at all. Oh, yes, she did! Funny to see a dame like that apologizing to me!”
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