Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1921-09-10
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CHAPTER K
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"Now if you will transcribe it for
me, please" And Mr.. Harmon hand
ed the book back to Harriet, who
carried it over to Grace Raymond's
machine.
I'm going now, Miss Taylor" said
Miss Watson, briefly. She had lin
gered a moment to talk with Grace,
and she smiled kindly through her
glasses at Harriet. II guess you'll
do"
"Of course, she WILL" Grace Ray
mond seconded. do you want to
stay on now, Miss Taylor, or shall 1
finish up the week"
Harriet had inserted a piece Of sta
tionery with Harmon & Graves in
black letters at the top into her type
writer. She stopped at the question.
Of course, she wanted to start now,
but she mustn't appear too eager.
"rm willing to do whatever you
like" she said quickly.
, "Well, you two settle it between
yourselves" said Miss Watson with
a hasty look at a business-like look
ing wrist watch. 81 must be off,"
And with a nod and a smile and a
"see you tonight" to Harriet, she had
left the two girls alone.
IF you feel that you can begin
today, can fix it with Mr.. Harmon"
Grace said eagerly. ut just seems as
if 1 can't wait to get out of here;
you know, I'm going to be married.
and she flushed becomingly..
Harriet smiled at her. "Of course,
I'll stay, 1 want to do what will be
most convenient For ~ and she
quickly accustoming themselves to
the keys. Grace Raymond went over
to talk with Mr.. Harmon.
When Harriet finished she car
ried the letter over to the desk. Mr..
tents and nodded.
That's fine. Miss Raymond tells
me that you want to begin today,
Miss Taylor. I hope you'll like it
here. The hours are from to 5, and
that is satisfactory"
ooh. yes, thank you. I'll try to do
And then as she turned away Grace
Raymond, a perky little spring hat
perched on her head and her coat al
ready on, took charge of her.
"I1l show you where to put your
things and introduce you to the rest
Of the office before I leave. Come
on" And Harriet found herself taken
on personally conducted tour
through the other offices which COM
prised the firm.
"This is Mr.. Graves office" ex.
planned Grace, as they paused before
a partly opened door. A girl was
sitting at a typewriting desk over
near the window and Grace hailed
her.
"oh, Lucy, come and meet my sue
cessor. Miss Taylor, Miss Pratt" she
hands with a slender dark wisp of
a girl whose smile was so fleeting
that it never reached her mouth at
all. Harriet could not help wonder
som sogme thing almost Amos M6firiendly in her
manner, a certain stiffness that made
Harriet feel that she did not want
to be friendly. She had cause to
remember this later, but g they
turned to leave the office they al
most collided with a tall, cookbook
ing young man who was coming
along the corridor.
"Well, Miss Raymond, whittier
away so early in the morning." he
asked gaily, and Harriet looked UP
into a pair of laughing blue eyes,
She found her heart quickening with
sudden interest.
"Im leaving" Grace said, in a tone
as light as his own, land this Is
Miss Taylor, who is taking my place"
Harriet smiled, and the blue eyes
held hers.
"This is Mr.. Harmon" Grace went
on quickly, "Mr. Charles Harmon.
the son of the head of Harmon and
Graves"