"You seem to be deeply interested." Elijah was standing at the door of the inner office.
Helen turned her head sharply.
"You're just in time to sign these letters before the mail closes."
Elijah seated himself at his desk and signed the letters, as one by one, she placed them before him.
"Do you want to look them over?" she asked.
"No, you never make mistakes."
She began reading and folding the letters.
"I think they are all right. You stamp them." She glanced at the clock. "You'll have to hurry."
Elijah stamped the letters as she tossed them to him. As the last stamp was affixed, she shuffled them together, and, with a glance over her shoulder at the clock, started through the door.
"Have the boy take them over." Elijah called out.