The index completed, she filed papers, smoothed her yellow hair at the wash stand, exchanged fraternal signals with a girl friend in the office opposite, and read the "Courier's" report of the senatorial struggle with complete understanding of its intricacies.
"Rose!" It was twelve o'clock when Harwood called her.

He had brushed aside the mass of documents she had noted on her arrival, and a single letter sheet lay before him.

Without glancing up he bade her sit down.

She had brought her notebook prepared to take dictation.

He glanced at it and shook his head.