“I’ll see that the item is printed under club notices,” Penny promised. “Your name, please?”
The woman had hung up the receiver, so with a shrug, Penny typed the item and speared it on a wire spindle. For the next hour she was kept busy with other telephone calls and the more important stories which had to be rushed through. Copy flowed steadily from her office by way of the pneumatic tube to the composing room.
Shortly after five o’clock, DeWitt dropped in for a moment to praise her for her speed and accuracy.
“You’re doing all right,” he said. “So far I’ve only caught you in one mistake. Mignonette is spelled with a double t.”
“This job wouldn’t be half bad if only brides could learn to carry flowers with easy names,” laughed Penny. “When I get married I’ll have violets and sweet peas!”
DeWitt reached for the copy on the spindle. “What’s this?” he asked. “More to go?”
“Club notices.”
The editor tore the sheet from the wire, reading it as he walked toward the door. Abruptly, he paused and turned toward her.
“Miss Parker, this can’t go through.”
“Why, what is wrong?” Penny asked in surprise. “Have I made another error in spelling?”