regarding the steps he must take to “get on” in his new position. The object was of dark polished wood, a long rod serving as a sort of backbone. At the end was a glass partly enclosed with a little wooden fence, on the rod below was a handle. At the other end was a slotted rack. Near this odd object rested a pile of cards. Gently raising herself by her elbows pressed against the arms of the chair, Mimi could see a brightly coloured picture of a mountain scene on the topmost card. She made a mental resolution to explore this mystery at the earliest possible time.
“… And tomorrow morning right after breakfast you’ll go with me to the office, Gene, where I’ll introduce you to Hunter—he’s the president of the Lincoln—Watkins, Jones and the rest of the crowd. They’re a live bunch—that is, live for this town but pretty small potatoes up in Chicago, and they’ve got a gold mine insuring all the coloured folks here in the South. I want you to stick to the job—no monkey business or I’m through, you hear me?—and you’ll make so much money you’ll