But my cousin, who conducts an
employment agency, assured me that could only be acquired by practice.
So he secured me several positions. He was wholly correct. I have
been discharged on an average of once a week for the last two months,
and on each occasion I have discovered newer and deeper depths of
humility."
I draws a long breath and gazes admiring at Cyril. Then I turns to the
Westlakes.
"Westy," says I, "do you want to accommodate Mr. Snee with a fresh
chance of perfectin' himself for the Sublime Order?"
He nods. So does Doris.
"It's a unanimous vote, Cyril," says I. "You're fired. Not for
failin' to duck the roast, understand, but because you're too gabby."
"Thank you, sir," says he, actin' a little disappointed. "I am to
leave at once, I suppose?"
"No," says I. "Stop long enough in the kitchen to tell Cook she gets
the chuck, too. After that, if you ain't qualified as Grand Imperial
Organizer of the whole United States, then the Sacred Owls don't know
their business. By-by, Cyril. We're backin' you to win, remember."
And as I pushes him through the pantry door I locks it behind him.
Followin' which, Doris uses the powder-puff under her eyes a little and
we adjourns to the Plutoria palm-room, where we had a perfectly good
dinner, all the humility Westy could buy with a two-dollar tip, and no
folksy chatter on the side.
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