I forgive Uncle Baker for the nineteen
atrocities at last.'
"I was very happy about it, for I do love the work and the others in
the office are splendid, so keen and clever, and Mr. Carver is really
wonderful. We are not a large concern, and we have to lend a hand
wherever hands are needed. So I am getting five times my fifteen
dollars a week in experience, and I am singing inside every minute I
feel so good about everything. The workers are all efficient and
enthusiastic, and we are great friends. We gossip affectionately about
whoever is absent, and hold a jubilee at the restaurant down-stairs
when any one gets ahead with an extra story. No other publishers have
come rapping at my door in a mad attempt to steal me away from Mr.
Carver. I have no bulky mail soliciting stories from my facile pen.
But I am making good with Mr. Carver, and that's the thing right now.
"Have I fallen in love yet? Carol, dear, I always understood that when
folks get married they lose their sentimentality. Are you the proving
exception? My acquaintance with Chicago masculinity is confined to the
office, the Methodist Church, and the boarding-house. The office force
is all married but the office boy. The Methodist congregation is
composed of women, callow youths and bald heads of families.
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