" Altogether he treated us as an inferior race, often lecturing us
upon our lack of manners
I detested him
When he saw me drop the bottle of milk he flew into a rage
"Eh!" he shouted, "did you think this was a kitchen? Can't you take
better care of things?" As he saw me crouching and wiping the
floor and the coats with my handkerchief he added: "You might as
well take those coats home. The price will be charged against you.
That 'll make you remember that this is not a barn, but a factory.
Where were you brought up? Among Indians?"
Some of my shopmates tittered obsequiously, which encouraged
Manheimer to further sarcasm.
"Why, he doesn't even know how to handle a bottle of milk. Did
you ever see such a lobster?"
At this there was an explosion of merriment.
"A lobster!" one of the tailors repeated, relishingly
I could have murdered him as well as Manheimer.
My head was swimming. I was about to say something insulting to
my employer, to get up and leave the place demonstratively. But I
said to myself that I should soon be through with this kind of life
for good, and I held myself in leash.
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