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Peterson stood looking after him. "Now, I'd like to know what Charlie meant by going home," he said. Max had been thinking hard. Finally he said: "Say, Pete, we're blind." "Why?" "Did you think he was going home?" Peterson looked at him, but did not reply. "Because he ain't." "Well, you heard what he said." "What does that go for? He was winking when he said it.
"I didn't know it was you. No, I'm tending to some work here in the spouting house." "Do you know where Mr. Peterson is?" "He was right up here a bit ago. Do you want to see him?" "Yes, if he isn't busy.
Harry Hardy, McKnight, Peterson, and Doon were sinking to cut the dyke discovered by the Mount of Gold Quartz-mining Company.
Peterson came out of the office with him. "I suppose you'll put me in the night gang," he said. "I haven't decided yet what I'll do." "When I came by the main hoist," Pete went on, "they was picking up four and five sticks at once. I stopped 'em, and they said it was your orders. You'll come to smash that way, sure as a gun." "Not if they don't take more than I told 'em to and if they're careful.
He asked some questions in regard to Wellington's qualifications and former experience, and in view of his recent arrival in the city was willing to accept Mr. Peterson's recommendation instead of a reference. He said a few words about the nature of the work, and stated his willingness to pay Wellington the wages formerly allowed Mr. Peterson, thirty dollars a month and board and lodging.
"One thing at a time," replied Peterson. "Let's find out what we have here before we got involved in the second problem." At 9:00 p.m., that night, Peterson was called to the radiation labs. He was met at the door by a glazed-eyed physicist who led him back to his office. He motioned Peterson to a seat and then handed him a sheaf of photographic papers and other charts.
"Oh, while we're at it, Pete you'd better tell Max to get those men to keep time for the night shifts." "You mean you want him to go on with you in the daytime?" "That's just as he likes. But I guess he'll want to be around while his sister is here. You see about that after lunch, will you?" Peterson came in while Bannon was eating his dinner and stayed after he had gone.
He had wit enough to see that Bannon was a much harder man to handle than Peterson, and that with Peterson restored to full authority, the only element of uncertainty would be removed. And he thought that if he could get Peterson to help him it might be possible to secure Bannon's recall. If the scheme failed, he had still another shot in his locker, but this one was worth a trial, anyway.
I don't know your name. 'My name's Curdie, little princess. 'What a funny name! Curdie! What more? 'Curdie Peterson. What's your name, please? 'Irene. 'What more? 'I don't know what more. What more is my name, Lootie? 'Princesses haven't got more than one name. They don't want it. 'Oh, then, Curdie, you must call me just Irene and no more. 'No, indeed, said the nurse indignantly.
In America Beard, Hammond, and others belong to the older school; Osgood, Prince, Peterson, Putnam, Sidis, and others to the most recent years. At the same time, under the leadership of Kraepelin, Ziehen, Sommer, and others, the methods of the psychological laboratory, especially the reaction and association methods, were made useful for the purposes of psychopathology.
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