“Well, we’re trying to be,” laughed Devlin.
Jeannette made no comment. She gazed expectantly at her chief.
“The Gibbs Engraving Company,” said Mr. Corey in his brusque businesslike voice, “wants to do our engraving. I’m going to give them a three months’ trial. I’d like to have you take a memorandum of what they’ve quoted us. Mr. Gibbs is to confirm this by letter. Now you said five cents per square inch on line cuts with a minimum of fifty cents....”
Jeannette scribbled down the figures.
“Three-color work a dollar a square inch,” supplied Devlin.
“Oh, I thought you said you’d give us a flat rate on our color work.”
“On the magazine covers, yes, but I can’t do that on general color work.”
“Well, that’s all right.” The discussion continued. Presently the girl had all the details.
“Give me a memorandum of that,” Corey said, “and send a carbon to Mr. Kipps.” He turned to the young man. “We’ll talk it over, and let you know just as soon as we hear from you.” Devlin rose. The men shook hands as Jeannette passed into her own room. She heard them saying good-bye. Their voices continued murmuring, but she did not listen. Suddenly Mr. Corey opened her door.
“Mr. Devlin wants to speak to you a minute, Miss Sturgis.” He nodded to his companion, said “Well, good-bye; hope we can get together on this,” and shook hands once more, and left Devlin confronting her.