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The manager dropped his fist on the desk,
glared, smoothed his flowered prairie of waistcoat, and growled,
his red jowls quivering:
"Look here, Wrenn, what's the matter with you? The Bronx
Emporium order for May Day novelties was filled twice, they
write me."
"They ordered twice, sir. By 'phone," smiled Mr. Wrenn, in an
agony of politeness.
"They ordered hell, sir! Twice--the same order?"
"Yes, sir; their buyer was prob--"
"They say they've looked it up. Anyway, they won't pay twice.
I know, em. We'll have to crawl down graceful, and all because
you--I want to know why you ain't more careful!"
The announcement that Mr. Wrenn twice wriggled his head, and
once tossed it, would not half denote his wrath. At last!
It was here--the time for revolt, when he was going to be defiant.
He had been careful; old Goglefogle was only barking; but why
should _he_ be barked at? With his voice palpitating and his
heart thudding so that he felt sick he declared:
"I'm _sure_, sir, about that order. I looked it up.


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