As Charley sank into the place assigned, Theodora blushed painfully. Being nearest to the unwelcome masculine stranger embarrassed her frightfully. Her hand flew up into the air.
'MayIgwoutandgettadrink?' she asked.
'Yes, Theodora,' replied Miss Prawl evenly.
She had heard of Theodora’s continuous and unquenchable thirst, and had been advised by no less a person than Mr. Wadsmore that the best course was to allow Theodora to drink as much and as often as she wished.
After a copious raid on the water-cooler, Theodora returned, feeling a little bloated, but much more composed and natural.
'Five minutes for whispering,' announced Miss Prawl, at eleven o’clock.
A deafening hubbub immediately arose.
'Say,' began Charley Starr to Theodora, from behind his desk cover, 'how do you like her?' He nodded toward Miss Prawl, and winked.
Theodora was unwilling to indulge in the intimacies of gossip on so slight an acquaintance.
'Where’d you come from, anyway?' she icily inquired.