"Right you are!" I breaks in. "Ten days is enough. I'll put this up to the board next Wednesday week and get a decision. Much obliged to you, Mr. Rowley, for givin' us first whack at it. We 're out for anything that looks good, and we always take care of the parties that put us next. That's the Corrugated way. Good afternoon, Mr. Rowley. Drop in again. Here's your hat." And as he drifts out, smilin', pleased and hopeful, I glances over the spring-water bottle, to see Mr. Robert standin' there listenin' with a grin on. "Congratulations!" says he. "That peroration of yours was a classic, Torchy; the true Chesterfield spirit, if not the form. I am tempted to utilize your talent for that sort of thing once more. What do you say?" "Then put it over the plate while I'm on my battin' streak," says I. "Who's next?" "A lady this time," says he; "perchance two ladies." And he develops that eye twinkle of his. "Huh!" says I, twistin' my neck and feelin' of my tie. "You ain't springin' any tea-pourin' stunt, are you?" "Strictly business," says he; "at least," he adds, chucklin', "that is the presumption. As a matter of fact, I've just been called over the 'phone by Miss Verona Hemmingway's aunt." "Eh!" says I, gawpin'. "She holds some of our debenture bonds, you know," says Mr. Robert, "and I gather that she has been somewhat disturbed by these reorganization rumors." "But she ought to know," says I, "that our D.B.'s. are as solid as----" "The feminine mind," cuts in Mr. Robert, "does not readily grasp such simple facts. But I haven't half an hour or more to devote to the process of soothing her alarm; besides, you could do it so much more gracefully." "Mooshwaw!" says I. "Maybe I could. But she's only one. Who's the other?" "She failed to state," says Mr. Robert. "She merely said, 'We shall be down about three o'clock.'" "We?" says I. Then I whistles. So that was her game! It was Vee she was bringin' along! "Well?" says Mr. Robert. I expect I was some pinked up, and fussed, too, at the prospect. "Excuse me," says I, "but I got to sidestep." "Why," says he, "I rather thought this assignment might be somewhat agreeable." "I know," says I. "You mean well enough; but, honest, Mr. Robert, if that foxy old dame's comin' down here with Miss Vee, I'm--well, I don't stand for it, that's all! I'm off; with a blue ticket or without one, just as you say." I was reachin' for my new lid too, when Mr. Robert puts out his hand. "Wouldn't that be--er--rather a serious breach of office discipline?" says he. "Surely, without some good reason----" "Ah, say!" says I. "You don't think I'm springin' any prima donna whim, do you? It's this plot to show me up through the wrong end of the telescope that gets me sore." "Scarcely lucid," says he, lookin' puzzled. "Could you put it a little simpler?"