The Flying Girl : Large Print (Paperback)

"May I go now, Mr. Burthon?" asked Orissa.He looked up from his desk, stared a moment and nodded. It is doubtful if he saw the girl, for his eyes had an introspective expression.Orissa went to a cabinet wardrobe and took down her coat and hat. Turning around to put them on she moved a chair, which squeaked on the polished floor. The sound made Mr. Burthon shudder, and aroused him as her speech had not done."Why, Miss Kane!" he exclaimed, regarding her with surprise, "it is only four o'clock.""I know, sir," said Orissa uneasily, "but the mail is ready and all the deeds and transfers have been made out for you to sign. I-I wanted an extra hour, to-night, so I worked during lunch time.""Oh; very well," he said, stiffly. "But I do not approve this irregularity, Miss Kane, and you may as well understand it. I engage your services 14by the week, and expect you to keep regular hours."