One evening Miss Correspondent
was standing in the lobby of the Tampa Bay hotel surrounded by a group
of her friends, when I approached and said:
"Excuse me, Miss J--, but I should like to speak to you for a moment."
"Well, what is it, pray? Surely you haven't anything to say but what my
friends can hear, have you?" Sassy, wasn't she?
"Oh! well if that is the case?" I replied, "I am sorry to inform you
that you are suspended from correspondent's privileges and from the use
of the telegraph until further orders."
"And what for pray?"
"I don't just exactly know," I answered, "but I think it has something
to do with sending you 'six more jubilee books' from Canada."
Well! she turned all the colors of the rainbow, and snapped out,
"Goodness gracious! how did you--where did you hear that?"
I smiled politely and walked away. The next morning, shortly after I
reached my office, a timid knock was heard at the door.
"Come in," I yelled, thinking it was a messenger boy. In walked Miss
J----, woebegone, crestfallen and disheartened, with a letter of apology
and explanation.
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