"Gosh, you aim high," commented the red-head. "Didn't this fresh kid tell you that Mr. Donaldson wouldn't be in until after two o'clock?"
Jane shook her head negatively. The telephone girl directed a murderous glance at the office boy. Between those two there was a long-standing feud. The lady of the plugs felt that she must do something in defense of her sex against this young though antagonistic male.
"You might leave a note for Mr. Donaldson if you'd like," she suggested. "Probably he wouldn't see you even if you waited until he came in. This is a very busy day. All the officers are getting ready for the transit hearing at the City Hall tomorrow. I guess you read about it in the papers, if you read about such highbrow things."
Jane pricked up her ears.
"I would like to leave a message then," she agreed.
The telephone girl obligingly handed her a pad and pencil. Jane wrote:
She folded the note and, ignoring the outstretched hand of the office boy, handed it to the girl at the switchboard.
