"Now, let us get
to work and clean up this correspondence."
Thus her new duties began. There was an air of quiet in the private
office, a greater luxury of appointment, which suited Miss Hazel Weir
to a nicety. The work was no more difficult than she had been
accustomed to doing--a trifle less in volume, and more exacting in
attention to detail, and necessarily more confidential, for Mr. Andrew
Bush had his finger-tips on the pulsing heart of a big business.
Hazel met Nelly Morrison the next day while on her way home to lunch.
"Well, how goes the new job?" quoth Miss Morrison.
"All right so far," Hazel smiled. "Mr. Bush said you were going to
Midland."
"Leaving for there in the morning," said Nelly. "I've been wanting to
go for a month, but Mr. Bush objected to breaking in a new girl--until
just the other day. I'm sort of sorry to go, too, and I don't suppose
I'll have nearly so good a place. For one thing, I'll not get so much
salary as I had with Mr. Bush. But mamma's living in Midland, and two
of my brothers work there. I'd much rather live at home than room and
live in a trunk. I can have a better time even on less a week."
"Well, I hope you get along nicely," Hazel proffered.
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