"Good morning, Mr. Secretary! I hope you are rested after yesterday.
Seems to me that was as hard a day as we ever had."
Enoch dropped into his chair. "Was it really harder, Abbott, or was it
this frightful weather?"
"Well, we didn't have more appointments than usual, but some of them
were unusually trying. That woman who wanted to be reappointed to the
Pension Office, for example."
Enoch nodded. "I'd rather see Satan come into this office than a
woman. Try to head them off, Abbott, whenever you can."
"I always do, sir! Will you run through this correspondence, Mr.
Huntingdon, before I call in the Idaho contingent?"
Enoch began rapidly to read letters and to dictate terse replies. They
were not more than a third of the way down the pile when a buzzer
sounded. Enoch looked up inquiringly.
"I told Jonas to buzz for me at 9:20," explained young Abbott. "I
don't dare keep the people in the waiting-room watching the clock
longer than that. We'll fit this in at odd times, as usual. Remember,
Mr. Secretary, you can't give these people more than fifteen minutes.
Shall I come in and speak to you, at that time?"
"Perhaps you'd better," replied Enoch.
Abbott opened the door into the outer room.
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