“What’s that?” he demanded.
“Why, it’s only the telephone. What is the matter with you, Mr. Grogan?”
“I dunno,” responded Grogan despondently, “I’m as nervous as a girl in a peek-a-boo waist.”
The telephone rang again.
“Why don’t you answer that?” demanded Grogan sharply.
“I will,” replied the girl, “but there’s no great rush, is there?”
“Yes there is,” insisted Grogan, “I can’t bear the suspense.”
The young woman laughed and picked up the receiver.
“Lake City Electrical Company,” she said. “What? Who is it, please.”
Grogan, who had continued pacing up and down the office, stopped and made wild gestures to Miss Masters. Covering the mouthpiece of the instrument so she would not be heard, the girl asked.