human
Again! he exclaimed, looking about him in angry despair as if he had some wild idea of calling a porter.
gpt
First it's Lofty; then it's some slick real estate schemer; then it's you! I will not sell the lease!
human
I won't say lease this time,
gpt
Then that is good,
human
Heinrich Schnitt,
gpt
So-o-o! he ejaculated, surprised into a German exclamation that he had long since deliberately laid aside.
human
What is it about Heinrich?
gpt
I saw him at Coney Island last night. He doesn't look well.
human
He don't work. It makes him sick!
gpt
His eyes are bad, went on Johnny,
human
Did he say it?
gpt
Not exactly, admitted Johnny,
human
I said it makes him sick not to work, insisted Ersten.
gpt
If he wants to come he knows the way.
human
His job's waiting for him, isn't it?
gpt
In this place, yes. In no other place. I don't move my shop to please my coat cutter--even if he is the best in New York and a boy that come over from the old country with me in the same ship, and his word as good as gold money. It's like I told Heinrich when he left: If he comes back to me he comes back here--in this place. Are his eyes very bad?
human
Not very, judged Johnny.
gpt
He must take care of them though.
human
Sure he must, agreed Ersten.
gpt
We're getting old. Thirty-seven years we worked together. I stood up for Heinrich at his wedding and he stood up for me at mine. He's a stubborn assel!
human
That's the trouble, mused Johnny,
gpt
He said he wouldn't work in this shop any more.
human
Here must he come--in this place!