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An office-boy at once admitted him to the innermost room, where he was greeted with much friendliness by a short, stout man, with gleaming visage, full lips, chubby hands. "Well, what is it now?" inquired the visitor, who had been summoned hither by a note that morning. Mr.
He sized me up, without deigning an answer. Other salesmen made their appearance, some modestly, others with a studied air of confidence, loudly greeting those they knew. The presence of so many rivals and the frigidity of the office-boy made my heart heavy.
The lack of congeniality grew out of the fact that her husband was a straightforward business man who took no interest in her Bible readings. But he was about the only man in the church who did not. She had been coming to the parsonage regularly for a month, consulting him about her "interpretation" of these Scriptures. She asked for him at the door as simply as if I had been his office-boy.
As it was, with a beggarly thirteen shillings a week to live on, he was little better than a common office-boy, he would have said to himself, but at that particular moment the door opened, and the very individual whom his thoughts connected with the words appeared before him. It was the very last apparition Reginald could have looked for.
A proud-looking office-boy, apparently baffled and mortified by the information that she had an appointment, took her name, and she sat down, filled with a fine mixed assortment of emotions, to wait. For the first time since her arrival in New York she felt almost easy in her mind.
Mr Ferguson kicked the waste-paper basket savagely. The unfairness of the thing hurt him. A sacked office-boy ought to stay sacked. He had no business to come popping up again like Banquo's ghost. It was not playing the game.
The office-boy scowled at him when he pushed open the door and asked to see Mr. Bronson; nor could the head clerk, when summoned by this disreputable intruder, recognize him. "Don't you know me, Mr. Willis?" Mr. Willis looked a second time. "Why, it 's Joe Bronson! Of all things under the sun, where did you drop from? Go right in. Your father 's in there." Mr.
Susan, filled with pleasant excitement, pinned on her paper cuffs, and put her heart and soul into the work. No bills this morning! The office-boy did not even bring them up. "Now, here's a soap order that must have been specially priced," said Susan, at her own desk, "I couldn't make anything of it yesterday " "Let it go let it go!" Mr. Brauer said. "It iss all ofer!"
The tattered bills had been torn down from the walls, the dust-covered files of papers removed, the ceilings and walls painted and papered. A general cleanliness and sense of order had taken the place of the old medley. The young man who had answered his inquiry was quietly dressed and not in the least like the missing office-boy. "Mr.
"Just so; when the governor entered on the life of a notary, in like manner he never expected to give his clerks a turkey for breakfast." "For this turkey is ours," cried Stump-in-the-Gutters, the office-boy, with greedy eyes. "My friend you forget; this turkey must be a foreigner to you." "And as a Frenchman, you should hate a foreigner." "All that can be done is to give you the claws."
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