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A hot, dusty wind blew steadily against her; the streets were full of happy girls and men with suit-cases, bound for the country and a day or two of fresh air and idleness. Miss Perry was putting the cover on her typewriter as Susanna entered the office, her own suit-case waiting in a corner. She looked astonished as Susanna came in. "My goodness, Mrs. Fairfax!" she ejaculated.
"Nor write anything?" The furtive look came back, this time more pronounced. "Me to write! Wit wot? Me new typewriter?" "That isn't an answer. Do you promise, if we send you with Buck, that you'll neither tell nor write nor make known in any way what you learn about what we are doing?" "Say, look here, boss.
With satisfaction he locked a thief-proof steel wedge on the front wheel, and crossed the street to his real-estate office on the ground floor of the Reeves Building. The Reeves Building was as fireproof as a rock and as efficient as a typewriter; fourteen stories of yellow pressed brick, with clean, upright, unornamented lines.
Vanderpoel said, when the interview was drawing to a close, "that you are an agent for the Delkoff typewriter." G. Selden flushed slightly. "Yes, sir," he answered, "but I didn't " "I hear that three machines are in use on the Stornham estate, and that they have proved satisfactory." "It's a good machine," said G. Selden, his flush a little deeper. Mr. Vanderpoel smiled.
Miss Dorothy came over and read the few stiff lines: "My dear father: I have learned to write upon the typewriter which belongs to my teacher. I hope you are well. I am well and so are the rest of the family. We have very pleasant warm weather at present. I hope you have the same in Berlin. I thought you might be pleased to receive a letter from me, although it is not the first of the year.
"He had a berth as typewriter to Senator Burnsides, president of the Nitrate Trust, sort of confidential stenographer," said the captain. "Whenever the senator dictated an important letter, they say, Schnitzel used to make a carbon copy, and when he had enough of them he sold them to the Walker-Keefe crowd.
Her next impulse was to run to Mrs. Hunt's to show off her new accomplishment, but she decided to wait till she could manage the typewriter entirely alone, so would the credit be greater. She sought out Tippy and Dippy to tell her secret to. They were her confidants always, and to-day she had almost forgotten them in the novelty of having so sympathetic a friend as Miss Dorothy.
They have guns that anny boy or girl who knows th' typewriter can wurruk, an' they have other guns on th' music box plan, that ye wind up an' go away an' lave, an' they annoy anny wan that comes along. They have guns that bounces up out iv a hole in th' groun', fires a millyon shells a minyit an' dhrops back f'r another load.
He had tried most of them save this. Here he had found it. He loved to play upon a crowd as if they were so many notes of a vast organ. On this occasion Jane said: "And my means of self-expression is to play on the keys of a typewriter." "Your time hasn't come," he replied. "When you have found your means you will express yourself all the more greatly."
The expert receives so much faster than he sends that abbreviated codes are used, and he may take eighty to eighty-five words a minute on a typewriter in correct form. The motor curve seems to asymptotically approach a perhaps physiological limit, which the receiving curve does not suggest. This seems a special case of a general though not yet explained law.
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