"
"I didn't look at you like a pickpocket, Ralph," Morris said. "What did
your Uncle Max ring you up for?"
"Why, he wanted me to tell you that so long as you was so kind and gives
me this here vacation job I should do you a good turn, too. He says that
Miss Atkinson tells him yesterday she was going out oitermobile riding
with you, and so he says I should tell you not to go to any expense by
Miss Atkinson, on account that she already bought her fall line from
Uncle Max when he was in Duluth three weeks ago already; and that she is
now in New York strictly on her vacation only, and _not_ to buy goods."
Morris nodded slowly.
"Well, Ralph," he said, "you're a good, smart boy, and I want you to
stay until Miss Cohen comes back and maybe we'll raise you a couple of
dollars a week till then."
He bit the end off a Heatherbloom Inn cigar. "When a man gets played it
good for a sucker like we was," he mused, "a couple of dollars more or
less won't harm him none."
"That's what my Uncle Max says when he seen you up at the Heatherbloom
Inn yesterday," Ralph commented.
"_He_ seen me up at the Heatherbloom Inn!" Morris cried. "How should he
seen me up at the Heatherbloom Inn? I thought he was made it arrested."
"Sure he was made it arrested," Ralph said. "But he fixed it up all
right at the station-house, and the sergeant lets him out. So he goes up
to the Heatherbloom Inn because when he went right back to the hotel to
see after that Miss Taylor the carriage agent tells him a feller chases
him up in an oitermobile to the Heatherbloom Inn.
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