"Just like Warrie to do that, though.
But, if I know Miss Prentice at all, she will pay him back for that
little prank."
"Now you've said something!" says I.
"And Valentina," he adds reflectively, "is on her way back to Sand
Spur, is she?"
"I expect that's where she belongs," says I; "and yet--"
"Well, yet what?" demands Mr. Robert, sort of quizzin'.
"I was only thinkin'," says I, "that if the cards could have been
shuffled different, with Gladys startin' in Sand Spur and Valentina on
the Avenue, Warrie might not have so many yawns comin' to him across
the dinner-table. But then, maybe Elmer of the Swamp deserves some
lucky breaks. Who knows?"
CHAPTER VI
A BALANCE FOR THE BOSS
You see, I was openin' the mornin' mail. Hope you get that part. Not
that I want to seem chesty over it. Just goes to show, that's all.
For, of the whole force here at the General offices, there's just three
of us can carve up the mornin' mail without gettin' fired for it. And
the other two are Old Hickory and Mr. Robert.
H-m-m-m! Business of lookin' important. That's what it is to be a
private sec. But, between you and me, this slicin' and sortin'
envelopes ain't such thrillin' work; mostly routine stuff--reports of
department heads, daily statements from brokers, and so on.
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