Even Tommy liked him in her way, though at times she was severe with him.
“If you mean a big street,” grumbled Tommy, who was going over proofs, “why not say a big street? Why must you always call it a ‘main artery’?”
“I am sorry,” apologised Danvers. “It is not my own idea. You told me to study the higher-class journals.”
“I didn’t tell you to select and follow all their faults. Here it is again. Your crowd is always a ‘hydra-headed monster’; your tea ‘the cup that cheers but not inebriates.’”
“I am afraid I am a deal of trouble to you,” suggested the staff.
“I am afraid you are,” agreed the sub-editor.
“Don’t give me up,” pleaded the staff. “I misunderstood you, that is all. I will write English for the future.”
“Shall be glad if you will,” growled the sub-editor.
Dick Danvers rose. “I am so anxious not to get what you call ‘the sack’ from here.”
The sub-editor, mollified, thought the staff need be under no apprehension, provided it showed itself teachable.