I've been staying there nights, and helping about the house before office hours as much as I could during Mr. Is that right?Īnd you have been boarding with Mrs.

You were to receive part of your salary in money and part in board. And the agreement was-yes, here is the paper. Baker was taken ill, three weeks ago yesterday.Īh! Yes, I recall now.

Brower, said Dale looking the suave little man bravely in the eyes. Those are all the invoices with which I have had to do.Īnd-did you tell me that you had been paid for the work you have done this week? Is everything clear between yourself and the estate of Baker and Company for which you have been working? And do I understand this completes the invoices for the time during which you served Mr. The little dried-up solemn man at the desk recalled his mind from his own business affairs, accepted the papers, looked them over, and then glanced at the girl, apparently identifying her with a matter that was only remotely within his scope. These are the invoices, and all the other papers, Mr. There had been a time around noon when she had felt dizzy faintness, but that had passed, and now there was left only weakness and an overwhelming apathy toward all food.ĭale with a sweeping motion gathered up the pages, counted over their numbers, clipped them together, gathered up a few other papers and walked down the hall to another door, tapped, and entered. The woman who did the cleaning there yesterday must have eaten everything worth eating or carried it away with her when she left last night and Dale, too anxious to get done the work yet remaining to her in the dismal old office, and hoping against hope to be finished before lunchtime, had not bothered to stop at a restaurant before she got to the office. There had not been anything inviting in the house she had left that morning to tempt her to take even a bite. But a quick glance at the somber window across the gloomy room showed her that dusk was already descending. She was dog weary and had eaten nothing all day, hoping to be finished and get out to find a boarding place before dark. Partners by Grace Livingston Hillĭale Hathaway finished typing the last page of the invoicing, snapped the paper out of her machine, and laid it on the top of the pile on her desk with a sigh of relief. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage or retrieval system, except in the case of excerpts by a reviewer, who may quote brief passages in a review.

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