We went in, and I was so surprised I couldn’t have spoken if I was paid for it.
“Now what?” says Mr. Manning, sharplike.
“Have you let the job of painting your new warehouse?” says Catty.
I almost dropped in my tracks.
“No,” says Mr. Manning.
“I’ve come to apply for it,” says Catty. “I can guarantee a first-class job with the right kind of bossing. It will be hustled through as fast as anybody can hustle it, and we’ll use only the best materials.”
“I’ll say this for you, young man, you can speak up and not waste any words. Are you going to do the painting yourself?”
“Of course not. The best painters that can be had.”
“Who are you speaking for?”
“Myself.”