She slipped quietly into a chair beside the
president's desk and laid her copy-book on the slide of the desk and
waited while her employer arranged the words in his mind. Her pencil was
delicately poised above the ruled page. While she waited she hit the
front of her pompadour a few improving slaps with her unengaged hand and
pulled out the slack of her waist front.
"Take this," said Mr. Smalley sharply. "General Order Number (you can
supply the number, Miss Merrill). To all employees of the Interurban
Express Company: On and after this date all employees of this company
will use, in their correspondence and in all other official business,
the following list of three hundred words. By order of the president.
Read what you have there."
[Illustration: "_Her pencil was delicately poised above the ruled
page_"]
Miss Merrill ran one hand around her belt--she was the kind of girl that
can make her toilet and do business at the same time--and read:
"'General Order Number Seven Hundred and Nineteen. To all employees
of the Interurban Express Company: On and after this date all employees
of this company will use, in their correspondence and in all other
official business, the following list of three hundred words.
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