"Mr.Edsol, isn't it ?" she asked.
"Yes'm," he solemnly replied.

"That's me." She looked at the other two.

The first had the alert glance and actions which generally mark the orator, the second was a dark, heavy man who never once stopped frowning.
"Miss Spencer," immediately began the spokesman--he who looked like the orator--"we have been appointed a committee by the automatic shop to tell you that we do not believe in the dilution of labour by women.

Unless the four women who are working in our department are laid off at once, the men in our shop will quit." "Just a moment, please," said Mary, ringing.

"Joe, will you please tell Mr.Woodward, Sr., that I would like to see him ?" "He's just gone out," said Joe.
"Mr.Burdon, then." "Mr.Burdon sent word he wouldn't be down today.