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fact, the entire office staff--heads of departments, writers, secretaries, stenographers, office boys--would suspend business and crowd to the windows to see the pageant pass in the street below. Stirring music, khaki columns, flags, pennants, horses, bugles. And always the Jackie band from the Great Lakes Station, its white leggings twinkling down the street in the lead of its six-foot-six contortionistic drum-major. By October the window-gazers, watching the parades from the Raynor windows, were mostly petticoated and exclamatory. Jock stayed away from the window now. It seemed to his tortured mind that there was a fresh parade hourly, and that bugles and bands sounded a taunting note. "Where are _you_! (sounded the bugle) Where are _you_? Where are YOU?!!! Where are you? Where--are--you-u-u-u--" He slammed down the windows, summoned a stenographer, and gave out dictation in a loud, rasping voice. "Yours of the tenth at hand, and contents noted. In reply I wish to say--" _(Boom! Boom! And a boom-boom-boom!)_ "--all copy for the Sans Scent Soap is now ready for your approval and will be mailed to you to-day under separate cover. We in the office think that this copy marks a new record in soap advertising--" _(Over there! Over there! Send the word, send the word over there!)_ "Just read that last line will you, Miss Dugan?" "Over th--I mean, 'We in the office think that this copy marks a new record in soap advertising--'" "H'm. Yes." A moment's pause. A dreamy look on the face of the girl stenographer. Jock interpreted it. He knew that the stenographer was in the chair at the side of his desk, taking his dictation accurately and swiftly, while the spirit of the girl herself was far and away at Camp Grant at Rockford, Illinois, with an olive-drab unit in an olive-drab world. "--and, in fact, in advertising copy of any description that has been sent out from the Raynor offices." The girl's pencil flew over the pad. But when Jock paused for thought or breath she lifted her head and her eyes grew soft and bright, and her foot, in its absurd high-heeled gray boot, beat a smart left! Left! Left-right-left! Something of this picture T.A. Buck saw in his untasted coffee cup. Much of it Emma visualized in her speeding motor car. All of it Grace knew by heart as she moved about the new, shining house in the Chicago suburb, thinking, planning; feelin
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