Then's when I hears about the new car.
Mr. Loeb comes out an' asts me if I ever drove a Packard twin-six. I
says no I ain't, an' he says it's too bad. He asts the dago if he's
ever drove one and the dago lies like thunder. He says he's handled
every kind of a Packard known to science, er somethin' like that. I
cain't understand half the durn fool says. Next day Mrs. Collier sends
fer me an' I go in. She says she guesses she'll try the new washer on
the Packard when it comes, an' if I keer to stay on as washer in his
place she'll be glad to have me. I says I'd like to have a word with
Mr. Curtis, if she don't mind, an' she says Mr. Curtis ain't able to
see no one. So I guess I'm goin' to be let out. Not as I keer very
much, 'cept I hate to leave Mr. Curtis in the lurch. He was mighty
good to me up to the time he got bed-ridden."
"I dare say you will have no difficulty in finding another place,"
said Barnes, feeling his way.
"'Tain't easy to git a job up here. I guess I'll have to try New York
er some of the big cities," said Peter, confidently.
An idea was taking root in Barnes's brain, but it was too soon to
consider it fixed.
"You say Mr. Loeb is new at his job?"
"Well, he's new up here.
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