human
The trouble with New York is that everybody wants to collect the profits that are going to be made,
gpt
It's the only way they can get even, Johnny informed him.
human
Well, that's the regular handicap. Guess I'll have to take it.
gpt
You don't mean to try to promote a hotel against such inflated values!
human
Why not? returned Johnny.
gpt
That section has to have a hotel. The sporty merchants of the Middle West will pay the freight.
human
I guess so, agreed Loring thoughtfully.
gpt
Well, good luck to you, Johnny! By the way, President Close of the Fourth National, has called you up twice this afternoon. I suppose he's gone, by now.
human
No, I think he stays to sweep out for the gold-dust,
gpt
He's sensible, approved Loring, putting away his papers.
human
This weather would tempt a mole outdoors. I'm going to the ball game. Better come along.
gpt
Too frivolous for me, declared Johnny, eying his little book regretfully.
human
There's a thirty-five-thousand-dollar day almost gone. All I can credit myself with is a flivver. I'm going to stay right here on the job and figure hotel.
gpt
So you're not going to the game, Johnny?
human
At five thousand an hour! Nev-ver!
gpt
Too bad, regretted Loring still smiling.
human
I just saw Constance and Polly. They're going out.
gpt
Is there room for me in your car?
human
Val Russel and Bruce Townley are with me. There's plenty of room--but you really ought to stay here and figure on your hotel,
gpt
I can figure any place, stated Johnny briskly, and put away his little book.
human
Are we ready?