"I've got to go up Market Street to see a man about some workmen's compensation," he explained to Helen. "You'd better put on your hat and take those things to Hilmer yourself."
She did not answer…
He returned at three o'clock. Helen was very busy pounding away at the typewriter.
"Well, what's all the rush?" he asked.
"I'm getting out the forms on Hilmer's shipping plant," she returned, nonchalantly.
"What do you mean?… Didn't you…"
"No … he's decided to let us handle the business."
"Why … on what grounds?"
She waved a bit of carbon paper in the air. "How should I know? I didn't ask him!"
Her contemptuous indifference irritated him. "You ought to have waited until I got back… You've probably got everything mixed up… It takes experience to map out a big schedule like that."