"All right, you fix it up. I expect Mrs. Schuyler will pay proper salary to the right secretary. Of course, Miss Crowell is experienced?"
"Oh, yes," assured Win, "and I'm sure she'll love to go. Why, any secretary would be glad to go there."
"Not just now, I should think," observed Aunt Lucy. "The amount of work there must be something fearful."
"It will be heavy, for a time," I agreed, "but it is only for Mrs. Schuyler's personal correspondence and business. I mean, the other two ladies would not expect to use her services."
"All right," said Winnie, "I'll fix it up with Edith Crowell, and if she can't go, I'll ask her to recommend somebody. Shall I send her there to-day?"
"Yes, as soon as she will go. And let me know—telephone the office about noon."
"Yep," Winnie promised, and I went away, my head in a whirl with the various and sundry matters I had to attend to.
I don't think I thought of the secretary matter again, until at noon, Winnie telephoned me that it was all right. I thanked her, and promptly forgot the episode.
And so it was, that when I reached home that night, I had one of the surprises of my life.
Winnie came to dinner, smiling, and rather excited-looking.