You will have the opportunity, if you choose." She laughed softly.
"If I choose!" she repeated.

"Why, it is all like fairyland to me." He nodded.
"You come," he said, "from a very quiet life.

You will find things here different.

Do you know what these are ?" He touched a little row of black instruments which stood on the top of his desk.

She shook her head doubtfully.
"I am not quite sure," she admitted.
"They are telephones," he said.