"Hello, Jake," she said. "What's old in New York? I haven't been here
in three months. It's good to be back."
"Seems grand t' see you, Mis' McChesney," returned Jake." Well,
nothin' much stirrin'. Whatcha think of the Grand Central? I
understand they're going to have a contrivance so you can stand on a
mat in the waiting-room and wish yourself down to the track an' train
that you're leavin' on. The G'ints have picked a bunch of shines this
season. T. A. Junior's got a new sixty-power auto. Genevieve--that
yella-headed steno--was married last month to Henry, the shipping
clerk. My wife presented me with twin girls Monday. Well, thank _you_,
Mrs. McChesney. I guess that'll help some."
Emma McChesney swung down the hall and into the big, bright office.
She paused at the head bookkeeper's desk. The head bookkeeper was a
woman. Old Man Buck had learned something about the faithfulness of
women employees. The head bookkeeper looked up and said some
convincing things.
"Thanks," said Emma, in return.
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