"'Specially the way you'll work!" exclaimed Grace Sinclair.
"I am going to help Miss Drayton in the filing department," said
Sattie. "Put a letter from an F man into an F drawer, and from a
G man into a G drawer, and from an H man into an H drawer, and
from an I man into an I drawer—"
"Oh, stop!" cried Dolly Hemingway, warningly.
"And from a J man into a J drawer," continued Sattie drearily, "and from a K man into—"
The hurried passing of the chocolate creams in her direction brought about a welcome silence.
"What's your plan, Miss Sinclair?" Inquired Mr. Bassity.
"Oh, Grace has a snap," said Sattie in thick, chocolate-cream accents.
"My Despardoux car!" exclaimed Grace. "It holds five, you know,
and I'm going every day to the I.B.&Q. depot and take passengers.
Hang out a little card: Beautiful Stackport, Two Hours' Ride for
One Dollar; Children Half-Price!"
"No chauffeur?" asked Coal Oil Johnny.
"Of course not. In that case it would be the money he earned —not mine!"