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"The Desk's where you get your books stamped," she explained, "and the two shifts of girls who attend to that part of the work each have a supervisor the Right and Left halves. The one that was horrid had favorites, and snapped at the ones that weren't. I wasn't under her, though.
Very quaint scholars are the dark-eyed, quick-glancing, brown-skinned little people sitting tied "to that dry drudgery at the desk's dull wood," which, if heredity counts for anything, must be so much harder to them than to the children of the Pakeha.
Jimmy heard Hite's voice faintly; the city editor was giving orders to the pressroom that would stop the presses. For the next fifteen minutes there would be feverish but orderly activity. "All right, Jimmy, just gimme the flash so I'll have enough for a head; the copy desk's all gone. Then I'll put you on Roy's wire and you can give him the story."
Sergeant Madden contemplated this prospect. By the time his retirement came up, in the ordinary course of events he could very well be a grandfather. He was unable to imagine it. He rumbled to himself. The telefax hummed and ejected a sheet of paper on top of other sheets in the desk's "In" cubicle. Sergeant Madden glanced absently at it.
At the right of the room, and near the doorway opening into the north room, stood a large flat-topped desk, most of the drawers of which were now open. One of the drawers lay on its side on the floor, and was empty. The articles on the desk's top gave evidence of rough handling. Papers appeared to be dripping from filecases, and a black pool of ink lay on the shining surface of the desk.
When he heard the door open he exclaimed, before raising his head, "My, these first flies of the season do bother me so!" and then looked startled. "Good-evening," greeted Ned Trent, stopping squarely in the centre of the room. The clergyman spread his arms along the desk's edge in embarrassment. "Good-evening," he returned, reluctantly. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
It was Hallock who was standing at the desk's end, and he was pointing to the memorandum on the calendar pad. "You made that note three days ago," he said abruptly. "I saw your train come in and your light go on. What bill of lading was it you wanted to see me about?" For an instant Lidgerwood failed to understand.
"He left a card for you," she said, as she groped among the desk's contents. "I don't know what I did with it. He wrote something on it." "Oh, damn him, and his card too," Thorpe protested easily. "I don't want to see either of them." "He said he knew you in Mexico. He said you'd had dealings together. He seemed to act as if you'd want to see him but I didn't know. I didn't tell him your address."
His partner in the fortunes of Fort Mowbray was an old woman. "There's difficulty," the mother went on, her handsome eyes averting their gaze towards the window. "Allan didn't reckon on the boy when he said he should have a position right here." Murray shook his head. "No," he said. "Guess that desk's been closed down since the season opened.
She thought the pipes in the cloak room had sprung a leak perhaps. "Teacher!" Tim Roon's hand waved wildly. "Teacher, your desk's leaking!" Tim, for once, did not have a guilty conscience in connection with a piece of mischief, and he was delighted to have an opportunity to call attention to the fact. "It's leaking all over!" he volunteered. "That will do, Tim," said Miss Mason calmly.
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