“Billy, it’s jolly good of you to do so much for me; and kind of Mr. Smith, too. But when he knows my plans I believe he will advise me to stick to them.”
“What are they?”
“Work for Mrs. Schmitz till I learn her business as well as she knows it.”
“What then?”
“She wants me for her partner.”
“Hooray for you! But you’ll have to give up your music.”
“No; she wishes me to go on with that. She says music and flowers go together, and that flowers will support me while I am conquering the violin. After that she—she thinks I’ll do something unusual. I shall try not to disappoint her.”
“Gee! Luck’s coming your way all right. No, you’ve just gone and collared the witch.”
“I guess that’s the only way to win her.”
They went away together to attend to many pressing matters concerning the play, which was only two days off. And the hurry and excitement pushed other disturbing thoughts out of Max’s mind till it was over, so successfully over that it won the coveted literary prize for the Fifth Avenue High.