Mary came out of her office and stopped before Trudy accusingly. “I’ve been waiting for these,” she said.
“It’s so grand out to-day––look at that sunshine! 10 May’s the hardest month of the year to work; you just can’t help planning your summer clothes.”
“Miss Constantine is coming to call for Mr. O’Valley and I want his O. K. on those before he gets away.”
“Listen, don’t you think the diamonds he is buying her are vulgar? A bunch of electric bulbs is what I call it, I certainly would not permit–––”
Mary’s pencil tapped authoritatively on the desk, then she signed an order someone brought her.
“Are they going to be married at high noon in church?”
“Yes––June the first.”
“Lucky girl! She’s older than me; everyone says so. It’s only her money and clothes that has built her up. I don’t think she’s so much. Her nose is as flat as a pancake and she rouges something fierce. I saw them at the theatre and I certainly was–––”
Mary took the checks out of Trudy’s hand and walked away. Undecided as to her course of action Trudy hummed a few bars of “Moving Man, Don’t Take My Baby Grand” and then followed Mary into her office.
Mary added up the checks without glancing at her caller. Then she said sharply: “I cannot pay out someone else’s money for work that is not done.”