“Thank you,” said Patty, restraining her desire to smile at the funny little chap.
She went over to the desk indicated. The man seated there looked at her over his glasses, and said:
“To embroider?”
“Yes,” said Patty.
“Take a chair. Wait a few moments. I’m busy.”
Relieved at having reached her goal, Patty sat down in the chair indicated and waited. She waited five minutes and then ten, and then fifteen.
The man was busy; there was no doubt of that. He dashed off memoranda, gave them to messengers, telephoned, whisked drawers open and shut, and seemed to be in a very whirl of business.
As there was no indication of a cessation, Patty grew impatient, at last, and said:
“Can you attend to my business soon? If not, I’ll call some other day.”
“Yes,” said the man, passing his hand across his brow a little wearily. He looked tired, and overworked, and Patty felt sorry for him.