"It
hasn't been a short time," she said.
"It took a thousand years." And left Fenger staring,
puzzled.
She took next morning for her tour of the plant as Fenger
had suggested. She went through it, not as the startled,
wide-eyed girl of eight months before had gone, but
critically, and with a little unconscious air of authority.
For, this organization, vast though it was, actually showed
her imprint. She could have put her finger on this spot,
and that, saying, "Here is the mark of my personality." And
she thought, as she passed from department to department,
"Ten thousand a year, if you keep on as you've started." Up
one aisle and down the next. Bundles, bundles, bundles.
And everywhere you saw the yellow order-slips. In the hands
of the stock boys whizzing by on roller skates; in the
filing department; in the traffic department. The very air
seemed jaundiced with those clouds of yellow order-slips.
She stopped a moment, fascinated as always before the main
spiral gravity chute down which the bundles--hundreds of
them, thousands of them daily--chased each other to--to
what? Fanny asked herself.
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