"Believe me," she said, "they are not going to pay you for sitting there and watching me."
"It doesn't bother me any," she continued, as she rose. "Only there isn't any money for the firm in that sort of thing."
"But there doesn't seem to be anything around here for me to do."
"Then make something," she concluded, as she moved away.
Blake, to whom he had been introduced, was sitting at his desk reading an early edition of an evening paper. Spurred on by her admonition, he strolled over there. Blake glanced up with a nod.
"There doesn't seem to be much for me to do," said Don. "Can you suggest anything?"
"Farnsworth will dig up enough for you later on. I wouldn't worry about that."
"But I don't know anything about the game."
"You'll pick it up. Did I understand Farnsworth to say you were Harvard?"
"I'm Princeton. Say, what sort of a football team have you this year?"
Don knew football. He had played right end on the second team. He also knew Princeton, and if the information he gave Blake about the team ever went back to New Jersey it did not do the coaching staff there any good. However, it furnished a subject for a pleasant half hour's conversation. Then Blake went out, and Don returned to his former place back of Powers's desk.
"I'll bet you didn't get much out of him," observed Miss Winthrop, without interrupting the click of her machine.
"He seems rather a decent sort," answered Don.
"He's a Princeton man," Don informed her.
"He's Percy A. Blake," she declared--as if that were a fact of considerably more importance.
He waited to see if she was ready to volunteer any further information, but apparently she considered this sufficient.
At that point Farnsworth came out and took a look about the office. His eyes fell upon Don, and he crossed the room.
"I wish you would deliver these to Mr. Hayden, of Hayden & Wigglesworth," he requested.
Farnsworth returned to his office, leaving Don staring helplessly at the package in his hands.
"For Heaven's sake, get busy!" exclaimed Miss Winthrop.
"But where can I find Mr. Hayden?" inquired Don.
"Get out of the office and look up the firm in a directory," she returned sharply. "But hustle out of here just as if you did know."
Don seized his hat and obeyed. He found himself on the street, quite as ignorant of where to find a directory as he was of where to find Mr. Hayden, of Hayden & Wigglesworth. But in rounding a corner--still at full speed--he ran into a messenger boy.