Guilfogle, I'd
like to get back on my old job. You remember--it was to be
fixed so--"
"Afraid there's nothing doing just now, Wrenn. Not a thing.
Course I can't tell what may happen, and you want to keep in
touch with us, but we're pretty well filled up just now. Jake
is getting along better than we thought. He's learning--"
Not one word regarding Jake's excellence did Mr. Wrenn hear.
Not get the job back? He sat down and stammered:
"Gee! I hadn't thought of that. I'd kind of banked on the
Souvenir Company, Mr. Guilfogle."
"Well, you know I told you I thought you were an idiot to go.
I warned you."
He timidly agreed, mourning: "Yes, that so; I know you did.
But uh--well--"
"Sorry, Wrenn. That's the way it goes in business, though. If
you will go beating it around--A rolling stone don't gather any
moss. Well, cheer up! Possibly there may be something doing
in--"
"Tr-r-r-r-r-r-r," said the telephone.
Mr. Guilfogle remarked into it: "Hello. Yes, it's me. Well,
who did you think it was? The cat? Yuh.
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