He had kept his eyes on her slim bust and tight-girded waist that sprung suddenly neat and smooth out of the curving skirt-folds, and it had not occurred to him to exclaim even in his own heart: "With your girlishness and your ferocity, your intimidating seriousness and your delicious absurdity, I would give a week's wages just to take hold of you and shake you!" No! The dolt had seen absolutely naught but a conscientious female beginner learning the duties of the post which he himself had baptized as that of 'editorial secretary.' II Hilda was no longer in a nameless trouble.

She no longer wanted she knew not what.

She knew beyond all questioning that she had found that which she had wanted.

For nearly a year she had had lessons in phonography from Miss Dayson's nephew, often as a member of a varying night-class, and sometimes alone during the day.

She could not write shorthand as well as Mr.Dayson, and she never would, for Mr.Dayson had the shorthand soul; but, as the result of sustained and terrific effort, she could write it pretty well.