Gigolo by Edna Ferber Chapter 2 Page 58

he said, gaily. “That’s the law of life. Yes, sir! New ones. New ones.”

Nettie’s face was scarlet. “Father, what in the world — — ”

“I signed over at the Grant Home to-day. Move in next week.” The women looked at her, smiling. Old man Minick came over to her and patted her plump arm. Then he pinched her smooth cheek with a quizzical thumb and forefinger. Pinched it and shook it ever so little.

“I don’t know what you mean,” said Nettie, out of breath.

“Yes, you do,” said old man Minick, and while his tone was light and jesting there was in his old face something stern, something menacing. “Yes, you do.”