Bush. This time when
she entered Nelly Morrison's place was vacant. Bush was going through
his mail. He waved her to a chair.
"Just a minute," he said.
Presently he wheeled from the desk and regarded her with disconcerting
frankness--as if he were appraising her, point by point, so to speak.
"My--ah--dictation to you yesterday was in the nature of a try-out,
Miss Weir," he finally volunteered. "Miss Morrison has asked to be
transferred to our Midland branch. Mr. Allan recommended you. You are
a native of Granville, I understand?"
"Yes," Hazel answered, wondering what that had to do with the position
Nelly Morrison had vacated.
"In that case you will not likely be desirous of leaving suddenly," he
went on. "The work will not be hard, but I must have some one
dependable and discreet, and careful to avoid errors. I think you will
manage it very nicely if you--ah--have no objection to giving up the
more general work of the office for this. The salary will be
considerably more."
"If you consider that my work will be satisfactory," Miss Weir began.
"I don't think there's any doubt on that score. You have a good record
in the office," he interrupted smilingly, and Hazel observed that he
could be a very agreeable and pleasant-speaking gentleman when he
chose--a manner not altogether in keeping with her former knowledge of
him--and she had been with the firm nearly two years.
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