he were very bitter about it, "with all your responsibilities."
Wood smiled. It wasn't true, but it was the way one's secretary ought to feel.
"I'd have a lot more to worry me," he said, "if I were married myself."
"You certainly would," answered Griggs, who was married.
"But will we let her in to him?" said the office boy, who clung to this formula, although the head clerk was trying to break him of it.
"You may let her come in," said Griggs, as if he would perish rather than allow his chief to hold verbal communication with anything so low as an office boy, and as he spoke he silently gave Wood a pale-blue card--one of a dozen on which in beautiful block letters he had written down the names, degrees, past experience, with notes on personal appearance, of all the candidates for position of governess in the household of Wood's sister, Mrs. Conway.
"This is the best of them?" said Wood, and he ran his eye rapidly over the card, which read:
"Augusta Exeter, A. B. Rutland College; Ph. D., Columbia University, specialized in mathematics and household management."