Mr. Barlow's face steeled by several ingots of expression.
"You asked for a position—"
Amory waved him to silence.
"And I think I was rottenly underpaid. Thirty-five dollars a week—less than a good carpenter."
"You had just started. You'd never worked before," said Mr. Barlow coolly.
"But it took about ten thousand dollars to educate me where I could write your darned stuff for you. Anyway, as far as length of service goes, you've got stenographers here you've paid fifteen a week for five years."
"I'm not going to argue with you, sir," said Mr. Barlow rising.
"Neither am I. I just wanted to tell you I'm quitting."
They stood for a moment looking at each other impassively and then Amory turned and left the office.
* * *
A LITTLE LULL
Four days after that he returned at last to th
