"Yes?" said Betty, still thinking.
"C-COULD you use one--anywhere?" he said. "I don't want to rush things
too much, but--COULD you?"
"Is it easy to learn to use it?"
"Easy!" his head lifted from his pillow. "It's as easy as falling off
a log. A baby in a perambulator could learn to tick off orders for its
bottle. And--on the square--there isn't its equal on the market, Miss
Vanderpoel--there isn't." He fumbled beneath his pillow and actually
brought forth his catalogue.
"I asked the nurse to put it there. I wanted to study it now and then
and think up arguments. See--adjustable to hold with perfect ease an
envelope, an index card, or a strip of paper no wider than a postage
stamp. Unsurpassed paper feed, practical ribbon mechanism--perfect and
permanent alignment."
As Mount Dunstan had taken the book, Betty Vanderpoel took it. Never had
G. Selden beheld such smiling in eyes about to bend upon his catalogue.
"You will raise your temperature," she said, "if you excite yourself.
You mustn't do that. I believe there are two or three people on the
estate who might be taught to use a typewriter. I will buy three.
Yes--we will say three."
She would buy three. He soared to heights.
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