“I’m goin’ to,” says Mark.
Mr. Rushmore had a check made out and gave it to us. “What are you going to do the rest of the day?” says he.
“We’re goin’ to go around some of these turnin’-mills in Bostwick and see how they work, and t-t-talk to some of the bosses and git what information we can. I got a n-notion Silas’s way of doin’ things might be improved some.”
“Maybe you’re right,” says Mr. Rushmore. “We do quite a bit of our own turning. Glad to have you go through the plant.”
“Make any dowels?” says Mark, and I wondered what he asked that for.
“About a hundred millions a year.”
“Um!... Any money in ’em?”
“We think so.”
“Make all you n-need?”
“We have to buy a great many.”