“I know I do—a good deal too much. I’m going to turn over a new leaf.”
“All I propose to do—”
“Whatever it is, you’re not going to do it,” declared the chief. “Shall be back at half-past twelve, if anybody comes.”
“It seems to me—” But Peter was gone.
“Just like them all,” wailed the sub-editor. “They can’t argue; when you explain things to them, they go out. It does make me so mad!”
Miss Ramsbotham laughed. “You are a downtrodden little girl, Tommy.”
“As if I couldn’t take care of myself!” Tommy’s chin was high up in the air.
“Cheer up,” suggested Miss Ramsbotham. “Nobody ever tells me not to do anything. I would change with you if I could.”
“I’d have walked into that office and have had that advertisement out of old Jowett in five minutes, I know I would,” bragged Tommy. “I can always get on with old men.”
“Only with the old ones?” queried Miss Ramsbotham.