. Busyman's Magazine, July-December 1907. ss Pickett to-mor-row. Er—how long do you thinkit is customary to give notice? Mr. Peglow shook his head help-lessly, for this was another innova-tion. A week? asked Mr. Hobbydoubtfully. The chief clerk spread his handsin a gesture of doubt. Two weeks? Mr. Peglow pursed his lips, butmade no gesture. Very well; it shall be twoweeks, decided Mr. Hobby. Thankyou very much, Mr. Peglow. It was quite nine oclock thefollowing morning when MissPickett arrived. Mr. Peglow had been at his desk for an hour, andMn Hobby was already immersedin the mornings mail. As
. Busyman's Magazine, July-December 1907. ss Pickett to-mor-row. Er—how long do you thinkit is customary to give notice? Mr. Peglow shook his head help-lessly, for this was another innova-tion. A week? asked Mr. Hobbydoubtfully. The chief clerk spread his handsin a gesture of doubt. Two weeks? Mr. Peglow pursed his lips, butmade no gesture. Very well; it shall be twoweeks, decided Mr. Hobby. Thankyou very much, Mr. Peglow. It was quite nine oclock thefollowing morning when MissPickett arrived. Mr. Peglow had been at his desk for an hour, andMn Hobby was already immersedin the mornings mail. As nodded a good morning toMiss Pickett, he felt a vague senseof pity for his employer. Present-ly he saw the young woman comeout of the inner office with hernotebook and seat herself besideMr. Hobbys desk. Then he bentover his books and shut his earsagainst the world. After a little while Miss Pickettwent back to her office, and thepeck-peck-peck of the typewriteragain disturbed the serenity of thefirm. Mr. Peglow wondered how. He Shut his Ears Against the World. she had stood the blow. It seemedto have produced no discernibleeffect; rather, there appeared to bean added note of cheerfulnessin the racking sound that came frombehind th-e glass door. Nor wasthere any sign the next day, northe next, in fact, all that week. Eachmorning Mr. Peglow would greetMiss Pickett gravely, almost sor-rowfully, and each morning shewould be smiling as gaily as theday before. It was inexplicable. A second week began and found it necessary to con-sult his employer on a most unusualmatter. ii8 THE BUSY MANS MAGAZINE I beg your pardon, sir, he saidhesitatingly, but shall I removeMiss Picketts name from the pay-roll after this week? Mr. Hobby made no answer fora minute. Then he said: Sit down, Mr. Peglow. Mr. Peglow sat down and wait-ed. I—er—began Mr. Hobby, withaverted eyes—I—well, the fact is,Mr. Peglow, I have not yet dis-charged Miss Pickett. Ah! said Mr. Peglow, in
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