But let me tell you that it means a whole lot! I wish I'd had a chance to tip you off to a little business caution before you signed that contract.

That salary clause should have been doctored to make a sliding scale of it.

As it is, you're stuck for a year at a hundred dollars a week, unless you spring something the contract does not cover.

Don't give away any more dope.
You've got an idea there, if Burns will let you work up to it.

Make 'em pay for it." "O-h-h, Gil!" came the throaty call of Burns; and Gil, with a last, earnest warning, left her hurriedly.
Jean sat down on a rock and meditated, her chin in her palms, and her elbows on her knees.