"Well, Dad started in to feed his men the same food he fed himself,
and I suppose the habits one forms in youth are not readily changed
in old age, Colonel."
"But that makes it hard for other manufacturers," the Colonel
protested. "I feed my men good plain food and plenty of it--quite
better food than they were used to before they came to this country;
but I cannot seem to satisfy them. I am continuously being reminded,
when I do a thing thus and so, that John Cardigan does it otherwise.
Your respected parent is the basis for comparison in this country,
Cardigan, and I find it devilish inconvenient." He laughed
indulgently and passed his cigarette-case to Bryce.
"Uncle Seth always grows restless when some other man is the leader,"
Shirley volunteered with a mischievous glance at Pennington. "He was
the Great Pooh-Bah of the lumber-trade back in Michigan, but out here
he has to play second fiddle. Don't you, Nunky-dunk?"
"I'm afraid I do, my dear," the Colonel admitted with his best air of
hearty expansiveness. "I'm afraid I do. However, Mr. Cardigan, now
that you have--at least, I have been so informed--taken over your
father's business, I am hoping we will be enabled to get together on
many little details and work them out on a common basis to our mutual
advantage.
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