After a time, the liquid-mellow cry of the meadow-lark, first vocal for the day, caused him to desist. He looked at the clock. It marked seven. He set aside the proofs and began a series of conversations by means of the switchboard, which he manipulated with a practiced hand.

“Hello, Oh Joy,” was his first talk. “Is Mr. Thayer up?� Very well. Don’t disturb him. I don’t think he’ll breakfast in bed, but find out� . That’s right, and show him how to work the hot water. Maybe he doesn’t know� Yes, that’s right. Plan for one more boy as soon as you can get him. There’s always a crowd when the good weather comes on� . Sure. Use your judgment. Good-by.”

“Mr. Hanley?� Yes,” was his second conversation, over another switch.