“I’m on,” nodded the boy.
The office was less than a five minutes’ walk away. In another two minutes Don had left his package with Mr. Hayden’s clerk and was back again in his own office.
“Snappy work,” Miss Winthrop 48 complimented him. “The closing prices must be out by now. You’d better look them over.”
“Closing prices of what?” he inquired.
“The market, of course. Ask Eddie––the boy at the ticker. He’ll give you a sheet.”
So Don went over and asked Eddie, and was handed a list of closing quotations––which, for all he was concerned, might have been football signals. However, he sat down and looked them over, and continued to look them over until Farnsworth passed him on his way home.
“You may as well go now,” Farnsworth said. “You’ll be here at nine to-morrow?”
“Nine to-morrow,” nodded Don.
He returned to Miss Winthrop’s desk.
“He says I may go now,” he reported.