“Calc’late to run it? Calc’late to go into the hotel business?”
“Calc’late to l-live in it,” says Mark. “Just the four of us.”
“Hum! Occupy the whole thirty-nine bedrooms, besides the office and kitchens and dinin’-room and other parts of the buildin’?”
“We want the whole b-business. Don’t want anybody else there.”
Mr. Ames scratched his head and felt of his prize nose and eyed Mark and the rest of us. “Shouldn’t be s’prised if we could make a deal,” says he.
“How much?” says Mark, business-like as a banker.
“Calc’late to fish?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Calc’late to ketch any?”
“If they’re there.”