their places again, and Gussie and I went into the inner room.
Mr. Riesbitter lit a cigar, and looked at us solemnly over his zareba of chins.
“Now, let me tell ya something,” he said to Gussie. “You lizzun t’ me.”
Gussie registered respectful attention. Mr. Riesbitter mused for a moment and shelled the cuspidor with indirect fire over the edge of the desk.
“Lizzun t’ me,” he said again. > “I seen you rehearse, as I promised Miss Denison I would. You ain’t bad for an amateur. You gotta lot to learn, but it’s in you. What it comes to is that I can fix you up in the four-a-day, if you’ll take thirty-five per. I can’t do better than that, and I wouldn’t have done that if the little lady hadn’t of