I bought one, and we went away very much excited.
At the hotel we got out our slips and were a little disappointed to find that they contained the same words.

The girl had economized time and labor by using a formula which she knew by heart.

However, we argued--safely enough--that the FIRST type-girl must naturally take rank with the first billiard-player: neither of them could be expected to get out of the game any more than a third or a half of what was in it.

If the machine survived--IF it survived--experts would come to the front, by and by, who would double the girl's output without a doubt.

They would do one hundred words a minute--my talking speed on the platform.
That score has long ago been beaten.
At home I played with the toy, repeated and repeating and repeated "The Boy stood on the Burning Deck," until I could turn that boy's adventure out at the rate of twelve words a minute; then I resumed the pen, for business, and only worked the machine to astonish inquiring visitors.
They carried off many reams of the boy and his burning deck.
By and by I hired a young woman, and did my first dictating (letters, merely), and my last until now.