It was the day after that that he come to the factory and asked for me. I didn't think he'd do that, but I guess he didn't care what he done. The foreman called me out, and when I got into his office there was Mr. Arthur, and he left me there with him. Mr. Arthur's hat was on the back of his head, and his light hair was flat down on his forehead, and his light-colored eyes and eyebrows made me want to get away from him, even if he was Mr. Ember's friend.
"Child," he says to me, "why are you trying to avoid me? I've found a place for you where you can go and learn as much as you want. I've been waiting to tell you about it. Don't you trust me?" he says.
I says, "I'd trust any friend of Mr. Ember's."
"Well," he says, "anyhow, trust me. I'll call here for you to-night, and you let me tell you what I've got planned for you."
"I'm going to meet with some of the girls to-night, Mr. Carney," I says.
"Cut that out," he says. "Come with me."
I laughed at that. "You act like your way was the way things are," I says.
"I wish it were," he says, "I wish it were."
"Listen, Mr. Carney," I says. "I've got a good job, and I like the girls. It's a dirty, disagreeable place to work, and we'd ought to have a good many things we haven't got," I says to him, "but I guess I'll stick it out for a while. I couldn't come to-night, anyway."
"I'll wait for you to-morrow night, then," he says. "We'll have a little dinner somewhere, and a run in the car—"