"Write it on the regular form," she said, and pushed a pad and pencil toward him.

"I have to place it on file." Whereupon she turned her back upon him, and stood staring down the railroad track through the smoke-grimed window until a movement warned her that he was through.
"Very well--that is all," she said, after she had counted the words twice.

"Oh--you want to wait for the repeat." She laid her fingers on the key and sent the message in a whirl of chittering little sounds, waited a moment while the sounder spoke, paused, and then began a rapid clicking, which was the repeated message, and wrote it down upon its form.
"There--if it's correct, that's all," she told him in a tone of dismissal, and waited openly for him to go.

Which he did, after a sly glance at Evadna, a licking of pale lips, as if he would speak but lacked the courage, and a leering grin at Miss Georgie.
He was no sooner over the threshold than she slammed the door shut, in spite of the heat.

She walked to the window, glanced down the track again, turned to the table, and restlessly arranged the form pads, sticking the message upon the file.