The Flying Girl
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The Flying Girl by Edith Van dime. Chapter One May I go now? Mr Burton? Asked Marissa. He looked up from his desk, stare at a moment and nodded. It is doubtful if he saw the girl for his eyes had an introspective expression. Arisa 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 Burton shutter and aroused him as her speech had not done. Why, Miss Kane! He exclaimed, regarding her with surprise. It is only 4:00. I know, sir, said Marissa, uneasily. But the male is ready and all the deeds and transfers have been made out for you to sign. I wanted an extra hour tonight. So I worked during lunchtime. Oh, very well, he said stiffly. But I do not approve of this irregularity, Miss Kane, and you may as well understand it. I engage your services by the week and expect you to keep regular hours. I won't go, then, she replied, turning to hang up her coat. Yes, you will for this afternoon. I excuse you, he said, turning again to his papers. Arisa did not wish to offend her employer. Indeed, she could not afford to. This was her first position. And because she was young and girlish in appearance she had found it difficult to secure a place. Perhaps it was because she had applied to Mr Burton during one of his fits of abstraction, that she had obtained the position at all. But she was competent to do her work and performed it so much better than any secretary the real estate agent had before had, that he would have been as loath to lose her as she was to be dismissed. But Teresa did not know that, and hesitated. What to do. Run along, Miss Kane, said her employer impatiently, I insist upon it for tonight. So, being very anxious to get home early, the girl accepted the permission and left the office, feeling, however, a little guilty for having abridged her time there.