MISS MATFIELD WONDERS 26$

it all seem very foreign. Yet through the windows at
each side she could see the roofs and spires, the familiar
smoky mass, of London.

"Ah, I'd better look after that sample book/' said Mr.
Golspie. "Now then, you sit down there, Miss Matfield,
with your notebook."

She sat down and tried to pull the chair nearer to the
table, but of course it would not move, or at least would
only swing round. She was forgetting that she was on
board a ship. It was all very odd and delightful.

The letters were not difficult and were all more or less
alike, and in half an hour they had done. Once or twice
while they were at work, various faces, foreign faces, had
peeped in at them, had nodded, smiled, and then dis-
appeared. The only other interruptions were occasional
shouts and hootings outside.

"I think that's all/' said Mr. Golspie, lighting a cigar
and pouring himself out a drink from the tall bottle.
"But just you read through what you've done while I try
to think if there's anything else. There's plenty of time.
D'you smoke? That's right. Well, have a cigarette.
Here, have one of these." And he threw over a very
fancy cardboard box, from which she took a long
cigarette that was half stiff paper, like a Russian. It was
a fine romantic cigarette and she enjoyed it.

"Can't think of anything else," said Mr. Golspie, puff-
ing out a cloud of smoke. "Just run through that lot
quickly, will you?" She did, and there was only one
change to be made. "I'll sign some sheets now for you/*
he continued, "and then you can take 'em back with
you to the office. I brought plenty of the firm's stationery
with me. Always do, wherever I am. That's the worst of
being on your own. Have to buy your own stationery,