"Well, there's really no necessity, Mr. Russet," the boy replied, "tell me where it is and I'll find my way."
But the other beckoned to an attendant.
"Show this gentleman to Mr. Cullern," he said. Then, turning with a smile to the boy, he said, "You'll be all right, I guess."
Hamilton thanked him, and the secretary hurried back through the swinging half length door to the inner office. Following the messenger, Hamilton found himself on the main floor with hundreds of machines clicking on every side of him. The chief of the floor looked at the card, turned it over, read what had been penciled on the back, and said promptly:
"I think I'll start you on one of the punching machines."
"Very well, sir," the boy answered, "I want to learn everything I can."
"I have a vacant machine," the other continued, "one of the men is away on sick leave. If you want to begin right away you can start this afternoon. Here," he said, picking up a pamphlet from a pile which lay on a table near by, "is a list of instructions."
"I'm quite ready to start now," Hamilton declared.
"Your machine is over here, then," his new superior said, leading the way to a far corner of the room. "You had better try to find out as much as you can from the instructions, and one of the foremen will be 'round to tell you more about the working of it a little later."
"All right, sir," the boy replied, sitting down at the machine, "I think I can get on to it without much trouble."