“What!! Don’t you know how to run my paper better than I do?”
“N-n-no, sir.”
“Then you’re unique in this town. Come to my arms. I mean, sit down. What’s that you’re trying to get out of your pocket?”
“A—a—a letter, sir.”
“Hah! I knew it. From the Kaiser!”
“No, sir. I don’t know him,” said Buddy nervously. “What are you calling me ‘sir’ for?” demanded Jeremy, suspicious at this unaccustomed courtesy.
“I want a job.”
“Oh, you want a job! Here?”
“Yes, sir.”
“What are you good for in a newspaper office?”