“Now, I call that mighty good of you,” he ran on. “And––”
“Good-night,” she concluded sharply.
She hung up the receiver and went back to her room in anything but a comfortable frame of mind.
CHAPTER XI
STEAK, WITH MUSHROOMS AND ADVICE
All of Miss Winthrop that occupied a desk in the office of Carter, Rand & Seagraves on the next day was that for which Farnsworth was paying a weekly wage of twelve dollars. From the moment she entered that morning until she left that afternoon she made this perfectly clear to every one, including Don. But he also was busy. He had determined to make himself letter perfect on several bond issues. To this end he worked as hard as ever he had the day before a final examination. Besides this, Farnsworth found three or four errands for him to do, which he accomplished with dispatch. All that week Farnsworth had used him more and more––a distinctly encouraging sign. Don knew offhand now the location of some ten or fifteen offices, and was received in them as the recognized representative of Carter, Rand & Seagraves. In some places he was even known by name and addressed as 112 Mr. Pendleton––which filled him with considerable pride.
Don went direct to his house from the office, dressed, and went to the club.
“If any one rings me up, get the name,” he ordered the doorman.