Beta Book

Why, you do about half the stock-keeper's work, sides your own.
Tell you what you do. You go to old Goglefogle and tell him you
want a raise to twenty-five, and want it right now. Yes, by
golly, _thirty!_ You're worth that, or pretty darn' near it, but
'course old Goglefogle'll never give it to you. He'll threaten
to fire you if you say a thing more about it. You can tell him
to go ahead, and then where'll he be? Guess that'll call his
bluff some!"
"Yes, but, Charley, then if Guilfogle feels he can't pay me that
much--you know he's responsible to the directors; he can't do
everything he wants to--why, he'll just have to fire me, after
I've talked to him like that, whether he wants to or not.
And that'd leave us--that'd leave them--without a sales clerk,
right in the busy season."
"Why, sure, Wrenn; that's what we want to do. If you go it 'd
leave 'em without just about _two_ men. Bother 'em like the deuce.
It 'd bother Mr. Mortimer X. Y. Guglefugle most of all,
thank the Lord. He wouldn't know where he was at--trying to
break in a man right in the busy season.


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