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Everybody was against him. He would sit here awhile and think it over. Perhaps he could figure out some way of breaking through the conspiracy. Then Mr. Martin Jaffry drove up to the curb and he had to move his legs. Mr. Jaffry said, "Hello, Pudge," too. It was all deeply annoying.
He stepped closer, looking sharply down. A very fat boy with pink cheeks and a downcast expression was sitting on a fire-plug. Mr. Jaffry leaned out. "Pudge," he called, "come up here a minute." On the Remington and Evans stationery he penciled a note, which he sealed. Then he scribbled another to Mrs. George Remington, asking her to hand George the inclosure the moment he appeared from his work.
Like most men, Martin Jaffry had always been dimly aware that the fabric of society is held together by a system of mutual weaknesses and condonings, but he had always thought of himself and his own family as moving freely in the interstices, peculiarly exempt, under Providence, from strain.
Suppose you tell me what this important paper is that George is drawing up. Do you know?" "I do." "Is he coming out against suffrage?" "Flatly." "Umm!" Mr. Jaffry flicked his cap about. "I want to see George. He mustn't do that." "Say, Mr. Jaffry, you haven't swung over " "Not at all. It's tactics. I ought to see him." "Why not run out to his house " "Just been there. Ran away.
Jaffry wrinkled up his eyes, chuckled softly, then stepped to the door of the unimportant one. Before opening it, he turned. "Mrs. Harvey Herrington been in?" "Twice with a committee." "Any idea what she wanted?" Betty was aware that the whimsical and roundabout Mr. Jaffry knew everything about everybody in Whitewater.
She opened the door, hesitated and a hint of mischief flashed across her face. "I'll tell you just the person for you, Penny. Really. Marriage is her profession. She's very experienced. Temporarily out of a job Alys Brewster-Smith." He snatched a carnation from the glass on his desk and threw it at her. It struck a closed door. The outer door opened just then, and Mr. Martin Jaffry stepped in.
From this he inferred that the two were planning an investigation of some of the city's problems." Uncle Martin looked relieved. "Oh, your wife and your stenographer. That can be stopped, I suppose, without undue exertion." "Betty is no longer my stenographer." "Left, has she?" said Jaffry. "I had an idea she would not stay with you long." This intimation was not agreeable to George.
The Jaffry Building stands at the southwest corner of Fountain Square. It boasts six stories, mosaic flooring in the halls, and the only passenger elevator in Whitewater.
All right! He is." And slowly retreated. Mrs. Brewster-Smith, an eager light in her eyes, moved part way across the room. "But we can't let you run away like this, Mr. Jaffry. Do sit down and tell us about the work you are doing at the Country Club. Is it to be bowling alley and swimming pool " "Bowling alley and swimming pool, yes.
Suddenly a thin little figure thrust itself between the bellicose pair and began shaking George's hand. It was Martin Jaffry. "George I guess I'm my share of an old scoundrel and a trimmer but hearing some one stand up and talk man's talk " He broke off to shake George's hand again.
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