Gigolo by Edna Ferber Chapter 2 Page 60

like to look at it now.”

“Minute. Minute, my child.” He waved her aside with the air of one who pays five hundred a year for independence and freedom. The girl turned to go. “Uh — young lady! Young lady!” She looked at him. “Tell the housekeeper two pillows, please. Two pillows on my bed. Be sure.”

“Yes, sir. Two pillows. Yes, sir. I’ll be sure.”