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The office boy was out on an errand and in his absence the switchboard
was Miss Beach's care.
"The--_The Girl Up-stairs_?" she repeated.
"That's what he said, isn't it?"
"Yes," she assented. "That's--the name of it."
He might have been expected, after giving an order like that, to go
striding back into his private office and slam the door after him. It
wasn't at all his way to keep a lingering hand on a task after he'd
delegated it to some one else. But he didn't on this occasion act as
she'd expected him to; remained abstractedly where he was while
something turned itself over in his mind.
There was nothing urgent about his order of course, and it was natural
enough that she should go on with her typing to the end of a sentence,
or even of a paragraph. But he stayed on and on, and Miss Beach went
steadily on with her typing. Finally he roused himself enough to look
around at her.
"Go ahead and telephone," he said. "I want to find out if I can get a
seat."
She arose obediently and moved over to the switchboard, then began
fumbling with the directory.


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