He leaned back in his chair and stared at the ceiling, thinking in his slow and prudent fashion.
At last he brought his glance back to the girl.
“If you’d care for it,” he remarked, “there’s an opening here. I need a young lady to help me, to be in the office while I’m out, to answer the telephone and so forth. It’s not much of a place—not more than eight dollars a week to begin——”
He paused.
“If it would suit you——”
“Oh, yes!” she cried. “If you think I’d do!”
He smiled; he had sufficient imagination to comprehend the thrill of a first job.
“Suppose we try then,” he said. “Let’s see.... This is Friday. Next Monday at nine, Miss Defoe.”
She gave him a bright, a grateful smile, and got up, ready to go.
“I’m awfully glad to get such a chance,” she said. “I hope I’ll be satisfactory.”