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O'Valley, that lovable, piratical Irishman who achieved his success by being a brilliant opportunist and who, it would seem, ran a shoestring into a fortune by a wink of his blue eyes. Trudy knew that Miss Lunk lived alone the third story back, where she cooked most of her meals, while a forlorn canary cheeped a welcome.
She was lonesome she was going to come some evening and have a good, old-time visit. "Of course just let me know when." "Oh" archly "are you busy on certain evenings?" "Sometimes. French lessons; theatre; general odd jobs." "No particular caller?" "No," Mary laughed. "I thought perhaps you know, one time I came in and " "You came one time and found Mr. O'Valley," Mary hastened to add.
College professors are lots harder to get along with but business men are as cross as two sticks in their offices and at home they're so sweet it would melt pig iron." The first plank in Trudy's platform was to marry a business man as nearly like Steve O'Valley as possible. The second was whether or not she had a stunning home with brick fireplaces never to spend her days hanging round them.
He had been trying to hide behind the chair a mammoth basket of fruit. "No. How lovely of you and Mrs. O'Valley!" "It was not possible for Mrs. O'Valley to come yesterday," he forced himself to say. "She was very sorry and is going to call on you later." "Thank you," Mary answered, briefly. "You have a nice old place here. Mind if I stroll about and stare?
Yes, I gave the janitor the gold piece for finding your pet cane. I'll wire you every day." And Steve O'Valley had swung jauntily out of the office, secure in his secretary's ability to meet any crisis, to have to work alone in the almost garish office apparently quite content that she was not going to Florida, too.
O'Valley, Steve found a mental hunger suddenly asserting itself. It was as if a farm hand were asked to subsist upon a diet of weak tea and wafers. In the first place, no masculine mind can quite admit the superiority of a feminine mind when it concerns handling said masculine mind's business affairs.
We expect Mr. O'Valley a week from Monday but of course you know that yourself." "Gad," Constantine repeated. "And how is Mr. Constantine?" Mary asked, almost graciously. "In the hands of my enemy," he protested. "Bea left a hundred and one things to be seen to. My sister has sprained her ankle and is out of the running.
She only knew what she would have done and be doing were she Mary and Steve O'Valley loved her. She felt the situation was as unforgivable and stupid as to have Gay offer her a two-carat diamond ring and to have her say: "No, Bubseley; sell it and let us use the money to start a fund for heating the huts of aged and infirm Eskimos. The Salvation Army has never dropped up that way."
She had just made a great many dollars for him which he would spend on the Gorgeous Girl; she would make many more during the long summer while she stayed at the post and was Miss Head of Affairs. She had laid her woman's hopes on the altar of commerce because of Steve O'Valley, and he rewarded her with a ten-dollar-a-week raise since a man was always generous on his wedding day.
The fifteenth of December Mary Faithful left the office of the O'Valley Leather Company, carrying the thing off as successfully as Beatrice O'Valley carried off her wildest flirtation. As Mary had often said: "When you can fool the letter man and the charwoman you have nothing to fear from the secret service."
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