"Sure I'll come," I says. "But I can't talk. I don't know enough."
The sergeant says something else to us when we come back.
"He'll likely be running us both in for getting a row made at us, picketing, next week at this time," Rose said. At the door she took hold of my arm. "Good for you!" she says. "We was all afraid of you when we heard about Carney."
"What do you mean?" I asked her.
"'Bout Arthur Carney gettin' you your job," she says.
"Yes," I says. "What's that got to do with it?"
She laughed. "You baby!" she says. "Don't you know he owns the whole outfit?"
"The factory?" I says.
He owned most of it, she told me. I kept going over that all the while I fed my machine. And I kept going over what he'd said to me in his car. I felt as if I didn't want to see him again, no matter how much he talked about school; but I tried not to think that, because he was Mr. Carney's nephew, and Mr. Carney was Mr. Ember's friend.