The Charm School
"Miss Curtis is almost too kind-hearted," said Austin.
"But you wouldn't be, would you, sir, if I wrote letters to you?"
"To me?" said Austin. The idea had its points, certainly. He caught the accountant's eye fixed upon him with a menacing glare. "My time is very much occupied. And yet," he added, as if yielding graciously, "a note a day would not take much time. Very well. Write to me, then."
The little princess beamed upon him. "Oh, thank you, sir," she said. "And what shall I write about?"
"Anything that has caught your attention during the day—it doesn't matter."
"Such funny things catch my attention sometimes," she replied, thoughtfully. "But I'm afraid that our talking disturbs your bookkeeper."
"No, no," said Bevans, looking as if he didn't much care if he were disturbed or not. "These fellows are accustomed to working in all sorts of noises. However, that's all I had to say to you—a note every morning, and I'll return it to you corrected." He opened the door with a gesture of dismissal.
Just as she went out her glance crossed for an instant the eyes of the accountant,
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