She laughed again. This was the most amazing of all possible employers.
"Of course," Bones went on, "I snore a bit myself. All thinkers do--I
mean all brainy people. Not being a jolly old snorer yourself----"
"Thank you," said the girl.
Other tenants or the satellites of other tenants who occupied the
palatial buildings wherein the office of Bones was situated saw, some
few minutes later, a bare-headed young man dashing down the stairs
three at a time; met him, half an hour later, staggering up those same
stairs handicapped by a fifty-pound typewriter in one hand, and a chair
in the style of the late Louis Quinze in the other, and wondered at the
urgency of his movements.
"I want to tell you," said the girl, "that I know very little about
shorthand."
"Shorthand is quite unnecessary, my dear--my jolly old stenographer,"
said Bones firmly. "I object to shorthand on principle, and I shall
always object to it. If people," he went on, "were intended to write
shorthand, they would have been born without the alphabet. Another
thing----"
"One moment, Mr. Tibbetts," she said. "I don't know a great deal about
typewriting, either."
Bones beamed.
"There I can help you," he said. "Of course it isn't necessary that
you should know anything about typewriting. But I can give you a few
hints," he said. "This thing, when you jiggle it up and down, makes
the thingummy-bob run along. Every time you hit one of these
letters---- I'll show you.... Now, suppose I am writing 'Dear Sir,' I
start with a 'D.' Now, where's that jolly old 'D'?" He scowled at the
keyboard, shook his head, and shrugged his shoulders. "I thought so,"
he said; "there ain't a 'D.' I had an idea that that wicked old----"
"Here's the 'D,'" she pointed out.
Bones spent a strenuous but wholly delightful morning and afternoon.
He was half-way home to his chambers in Curzon Street before he
realized that he had not fixed the rather important question of salary.
He looked forward to another pleasant morning making good that lapse.
It was his habit to remain late at his office at least three nights a
week, for Bones was absorbed in his new career.
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