Quicksand
Hayes-Rore either went on to the next or answered the question herself by remarking: “Not that it matters, if you can only do what I want done, and the girls at the ‘Y‘ said that you could. I‘m on the Board of Managers, and I know they wouldn‘t send me anybody who wasn‘t all right.” After this had been repeated twice in a booming, oratorical voice, Helga felt that the Association secretaries had taken an awful chance in sending a person about whom they knew as little as they did about her.
“Yes, I‘m sure you‘ll do. I don‘t really need ideas, I‘ve plenty of my own. It‘s just a matter of getting someone to help me get my speeches in order, correct and condense them, you know. I leave at eleven in the morning. Can you be ready by then? . . . That‘s good. Better be here at nine. Now, don‘t disappoint me. I‘m depending on you.”
As she stepped into the street and made her way skillfully through the impassioned
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