“You might end it ‘Your friend.’”
The rapid click of the typewriter was heard for a few moments in the next room, and then Miss Gale came out with the completed letter in her hand.
“Shall I have the boy copy it?” she asked.
“Oh, bless you, no!” answered Mr. Denham, with evident trepidation.
The young woman said to herself, “He doesn’t want Mr. Rogers to know, and no wonder. It is a most unbusiness-like proposal.”
Then she said aloud, “Shall you want me again to-day?”
“No, Miss Gale; and thank you very much.”
Next morning, Miss Gale came into Mr. Denham’s office with a smile on her face.
“You made a funny mistake last night, Mr. Denham,” she said, as she took off her wraps.
“Did I?” he asked, in alarm.