He smiled faintly. "Excuse me, but what _can_ you do?"

"That," said I, "is for you to discover. If, when I shall have worked

in your office for say three months"--he started--"you are unable to

find any use for me, then you are not the kind of man I take you for."

And I drew myself up, striking what I hoped was a dignified attitude.

He stared at me for some seconds.

"You have references?" he asked.

"Of course," I answered, "but I know enough not to produce them till

they are called for."

Then he pressed a bell. "I am going," he said, "to introduce you to my

manager. You have certain qualifications which I think may be useful

to us."

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[Illustration: _Member._ "WHAT'S THE BEEF LIKE TO-DAY? IS IT EATABLE?"

_Club Waitress._ "SOME SAYS IT IS AND SOME SAYS IT ISN'T; BUT YOU

NEVER CAN GO BY WHAT PEOPLE SAY."]

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[Illustration: _Bored Little Girl._ "AREN'T YOU NEARLY CLEAN NOW,

MUMMY?"]

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