“There’ll be a typewriter here for you to-day,” she said glibly. “I ordered it sent. I want you to learn to operate it.”
“Oh, thank you,” said Dollie, clapping her hands. “I’ve heard of them so often. I shall be delighted to see one.”
“Well, I’ll teach you to use it in off hours,” said Miss Allyn, kindly. “There’s no harm in learning, and it may come in handy.”
She was in a hurry to go out to fill an engagement for her paper, so Dollie did not detain her, but busied herself in tidying up the room, and then wrote the letter to Bert Jackson.
When the letter was ready, she put on her hat and gloves and started out to look for work, carrying the advertisement that she had clipped from the paper in order not to forget the address given.
She read it over as she walked along. It sounded very alluring to her unsuspicious ears, and she smiled a little at her cleverness in not showing it to Marion.
“What a surprise it will be to her if I get it,” she whispered. Then once more she took out the clipping and read it over.
“Wanted—Twenty young ladies with musical ability. Must be over sixteen and have graceful figures. Room 1019, Dusenbury Building.”
“I am sure my figure is graceful enough,” she said. “Of course, I never did wear corsets, but I suppose I could. I expect they would make my waist a little smaller.”
She put her hands on her hips as she walked along. She was a trifle more plump than the girls she had seen about the city. After considerable trouble she found the Dusenbury Building. It was a grim-looking structure, and a regular sky-scraper.