"Oh, I will. Leave that to me," Miss Morrison laughed. "By the way,
what do you think of Mr. Bush, anyway? But of course you haven't had
much to do with him yet. You'll find him awfully nice and polite, but,
my, he can be cutting when he gets irritated! I've known him to do
some awfully mean things in a business way. I wouldn't want to get him
down on me. I think he'd hold a grudge forever."
They walked together until Hazel turned into the street which led to
her boarding place. Nelly Morrison chattered principally of Mr. Bush.
No matter what subject she opened up, she came back to discussion of
her employer. Hazed gathered that she had found him rather exacting,
and also that she was inclined to resent his curt manner. Withal,
Hazel knew Nelly Morrison to be a first-class stenographer, and found
herself wondering how long it would take the managing partner to find
occasion for raking _her_ over the coals.
As the days passed, she began to wonder whether Miss Morrison had been
quite correct in her summing up of Mr. Andrew Bush. She was not a
great deal in his company, for unless attending to the details of
business Mr. Bush kept himself in a smaller office opening out of the
one where she worked.
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