"No, Mr. Wood," he said. "I don't think anything has been forgotten. Nothing was left except the letter to the President, the Spanish dictionary and the Mexican currency. All that has been attended to." He consulted a list held in the palm of his hand. "It was something of my own," said Wood, and he eyed his secretary with an air that might have appeared stern but was merely concentrated, when the door opened and the office boy came in and said, "Miss Stone says she's notified him that there's a lady there to see him, and will we let her in to him?" "A lady?" said Griggs severely. "That's it," said Wood. "It's the governess for my sister. Think of my nearly forgetting that!" "You ought not be worried about such things," said Griggs, as if he were very bitter about it, "with all your responsibilities." Wood smiled. It wasn't true, but it was the way one's secretary ought to feel. "I'd have a lot more to worry me," he said, "if I were married myself." "You certainly would," answered Griggs, who was married. "But will we let her in to him?" said the office boy, who clung to this formula, although the head clerk was trying to break him of it. "You may let her come in," said Griggs, as if he would perish rather than allow his chief to hold verbal communication with anything so low as an office boy, and as he spoke he silently gave Wood a pale-blue card--one of a dozen on which in beautiful block letters he had written down the names, degrees, past experience, with notes on personal appearance, of all the candidates for position of governess in the household of Wood's sister, Mrs. Conway. "This is the best of them?" said Wood, and he ran his eye rapidly over the card, which read: "Augusta Exeter, A. B. Rutland College; Ph. D., Columbia University, specialized in mathematics and household management." He looked up. "Queer combination, isn't it?" "I thought it was just what you wanted," answered Griggs reproachfully. "Nothing queerer than that," said Wood, and went on: "Six-month dietary expert--one year training--appearance, pleasing." He glanced at his secretary. It amused him to think of the discreet Griggs appraising the appearance of these young women. "What system did you mark them on, Griggs?" he asked, but got no further, for the door opened and Miss Exeter entered, and Griggs, with his unfailing discretion, left. Wood looked at her and saw that Griggs as usual had been exactly right--she was neither more nor less than pleasing--a small, slim, pale girl, whose unremarkable brown eyes radiated a steady intelligence. Wood had employed labor in many parts of the world, from Chile to China, and he had a routine about it--a preliminary intelligence test, which he applied. "Sit down, Miss Exeter," he said. "I think it will save us both time if you will tell me all that you know about this position"--this was the test--"and then I'll fill in."