"
For the first time since the beginning of the conversation a glow of
new courage and hope lighted up T. A. Buck's good-looking features.
His fine eyes rested admiringly upon Emma McChesney standing there by
the great show-case. She seemed to radiate energy. alertness,
confidence.
"When you begin to talk like that," he said, "I always feel as though
I could take hold in a way to make those famous jobs that Hercules
tackled look like little Willie's chores after school."
"Fine!" beamed Emma McChesney. "Just store that up, will you? And
don't let it filter out at your finger-tips when I begin to talk to-
morrow."
"We'll have lunch together, eh? And talk it over then sociably."
Mrs. McChesney closed the glass door of the case with a bang.
"No, thanks. My office at 9:30."
T. A. Buck followed her to the door. "But why not lunch? You never
will take lunch with me. Ever so much more comfortable to talk things
over that way--"
"When I talk business," said Emma McChesney, pausing at the threshold,
"I want to be surrounded by a business atmosphere.
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