12 McLean.

He found the varsity quarter-back writing a letter by means of a small typewriter, his brow heavily creased with scowls and his feet kicking exasperatedly at the legs of his chair.
"Hello," was Foster's greeting.

"Come in.

And, I say, just look around on the floor there, will you, and see if you can find an L." "Find what ?" asked Neil, searching the carpet with his gaze.
"An L.There was one on this pesky machine a while ago, but I--can't--find--Ah, here it is! 'L-O-V-I-N-G-L-Y, T-E-D'! There, that's done.

I bought this idiotic thing because some one said you could write letters on it in half the time it takes with a pen.