“Oh, then don’t bother yourself, sor—we can hire a boy,” she flung back with a scornful laugh as she bounced out.
“Now, Jane, I want you to distinctly understand that the last message has been carried from this house. I have probably to-night sown the seeds of pleurisy and pneumonia broadcast in my system; I have walked twelve squares to deliver a message to the wrong person; we have had a baggage here using our telephone as if it were her own, and we have been at the beck and call of the unpaying public for the last six months. Now, if the telephone people are not here by noon to-morrow, to threaten legal proceedings against me (Goodson has promised to complain of me) for undermining their business, I shall have that wretched instrument dragged away, body and soul, and we will try some other form of economy in the future.”
THE PSYCHOLOGICAL LABORATORY AT HARVARD.
By Herbert Nichols, Ph.D.,
Instructor in Psychology, Harvard University.
Editor’s Note.—The illustrations of this article are from photographs, specially taken for the Harvard University Exhibit at the World’s Fair.
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