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Why, the only times a general office hand ever gets a chance to stand on the Persian rug in the boss's office is just before he gets the run or is boosted into a five-figure salary. And here I has a twelve-dollar man usin' it like a public reception hall! It was what was goin' to happen to Mallory that gave me the shivers. "Torchy," says Mr. Robert, "what's all this?"
"Maybe he would if he had a show," says I. "If you could plot out a get-together session for 'em somehow " "Exactly!" says Mr. Robert, slappin' his knee. "Thank you, Torchy. It shall be done. Get Mrs. Ellins on the long distance, will you?" He's a quick performer, Mr. Robert, when he's got his program mapped out. He don't hesitate to step on the pedal.
Robert grins amiable and reaches out for the check. "This is on me then," says he. "I claim the privilege." As he comes in after luncheon he has to stop and grin again; and later on, when I answers the buzzer, he makes me turn clear around so he can inspect the effect and size up the new suit. "Excellent, Torchy!" says he. "Whoever your tailor may be, you do him credit."
"Well, between you and me," says I, "it's Vee. You remember the one at the girls' boardin' school tea party when " "Eh?" says he. "Ah, that one? Then it wasn't er exactly a hardship for you to meet this particular steamer, eh, Torchy?" "Do I look it?" says I. And Mr. Robert he winks back; for, as I happen to know, he's been there himself.
Belmont Pepper, who's the only boss I ever had that I calls the real thing; but Mr. Robert would get a ratin' anywhere. "Torchy," says he after a bit, "I'm inclined to think that you'll do. Have a chair." "Don't I get the blue ticket, then?" says I. "No," says he, "not until you do something worse than obey orders.
"She's in the library, and we can't find out what is the matter." "Wha-a-at! Joey?" says I. It's a fact, though. I finds Joey slumped on a couch with her shoulders heavin'. She's doin' the sob act genuine and earnest. "Well, well!" says I. "Why the big weeps?" She looks up and sees who it is. "Torchy!" says she between sobs. "Dud-don't tell him. Please!" "Tell who?" says I.
"Young man," says Aunty, settin' her chin firm, "I think you are quite aware of my attitude. Your persistent attentions to my niece are wholly unwelcome. True, you are no longer a mere office boy; but well, just who are you?" "Private sec. of Mutual Funding," says I. "And a youth known as Torchy?" she adds sarcastic. "Yes; but see here!" says I. "I've just dug up a "
The engineer humps his eyebrows sarcastic, while Ballinger and the lawyer swaps a quiet smile. "Then perhaps we had best stay over and take the deeds back with us," says Ballinger. "Do," snaps Old Hickory. "You can improve the time hunting for your average New Yorker. Here you are, Torchy." Say, he's a game old sport, Mr. Ellins.
"And Benny was it, wa'n't he?" says I to Mr. Robert. "With your help, Torchy," says he, "it appears that he was." "Well," says I, "he needed the push, all right, didn't he!" Fired? Me? Ah, quit your kiddin'! Why, they're tickled to death now, all of 'em. They're beginnin' to find out that Mildred's quite a girl, even if she ain't got a lot of fat-wad folks back of her. And say, w'atcher think!
So one of us has to go shoo him away. "Why er what's the matter?" says he, blinkin' puzzled, after he's been led off. "You was makin' a noise like a seed catalogue, that's all," says I. "Chop it, can't you?" Ferdie only stares at me through his thick window-panes and puts on an injured air. Half an hour later, though, he's at it again. "You tell him, Torchy," sighs Marjorie.
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