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say: El-lo! when you see it."
He paused, and Platt watched him over a snorting pipe.
"Rockcockyo," said Mr. Polly.
"
We want a new school of window dressing," said Parsons, regardless of
the comment. "A New School! The Port Burdock school. Day after
tomorrow I change the Fitzallan Street stuff. This time, it's going to
be a change. I mean to have a crowd or bust!"
And as a matter of fact he did both.
His voice dropped to a note of self-reproach. "I've been timid, O'
Man. I've been holding myself in. I haven't done myself Justice. I've
kept down the simmering, seething, teeming ideas.... All that's over
now."
"Over," gulped Polly.
"
Over for good and all, O' Man."
II
Platt came to Polly, who was sorting up collar boxes. "O' Man's doing
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