MIFFLIN: Well, answer it, answer it!
SIMPSON: Who?
MIFFLIN: Why, you--any of you. It's yours--it's your telephone.
SIMPSON: You answer it, Carter.
[CARTER _goes to the telephone and picks it up in a somewhat
gingerly way._]
CARTER: Hello!... Yes.... Yes, it's The Gibson Upright.... No, he ain't
here.... What? Wait a minute. [_Puts his hand over the mouthpiece._] He
wants to know who it is talking.
FRANKEL: My goodness! Can't you tell him it's you?
CARTER: He wouldn't know who that was.
MIFFLIN: Tell him it's one of the owners of the company.
CARTER [_looks at_ MIFFLIN _solemnly; then in a hushed voice_]: It's one
of the owners of the company.... Wait a minute; let me get that. "The
Central Associated Lumber Companies?" I hear you. Wait a minute. [_Looks
round._] This here company says they want to lower their bid for a
couple hundred thousand feet o' lumber to forty-seven dollars a
thousand. They say that's a dollar lower than they offered yesterday and
a half a dollar lower than they offered this morning--says got to know
now.
FRANKEL: Says they come _down_ to forty-seven, do they?
CARTER: Yes; says so!
SIMPSON: Well, tell 'em that's good; we'll take it.
THE OTHERS: Sure, that's right!... That's a good offer.... Sure, we'll
take it!
CARTER [_at the telephone_]: We'll take it. [_Pause._] You're welcome.
[_Puts down the telephone amid general buzz from all the
others. They rise somewhat dazedly, but relaxing, beginning to
take in their surroundings in the new life.
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