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 			<p>“How impertinent!” exclaimed Nattie.</p>
 			<p>“Possibly our redheaded friend is somewhere about,” Clem said; then taking the key, responded to the unknown questioner,</p>
 			<p>“Don’t trouble yourself; I shall not talk soft nonsense to you!”</p>
-			<p>“That sounds like ‘C’s‘ writing! Is it?” was asked quickly.</p>
+			<p>“That sounds like ‘C’s’ writing! Is it?” was asked quickly.</p>
 			<p>“My style must be very peculiar to be so readily detected,” Clem said to Nattie, laughingly; then replied on the wire, “If you will sign I will tell you.”</p>
 			<p>“Em.”</p>
 			<p>“Ah!” said Clem, and immediately acknowledged himself. Then followed a short chat with “Em,” in which she endeavored to make him confess what office he was then sending from, which he persistently refused to do.</p>

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 			<p>As she reached her own door, absorbed in these meditations, she heard the sound of a merry laugh over in <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Simonson’s, and saw a large trunk in the hall. From this she inferred that Miss Archer had arrived, a fact Miss Kling confirmed, with uplifted eyebrows, and the remark,</p>
 			<p>“There must be something wrong about a young woman who has <em>three</em> immense trunks!”</p>
 			<p>Although Nattie felt a desire to make this newcomer’s acquaintance, it was less strong than it might have been had she arrived a week sooner; for it was undoubtedly true that the interest she had in her new, invisible friend far exceeded that towards a possible visible one. Such is the power of mystery!</p>
-			<p>The office now possessed a new charm for her. To the surprise of an idle clerk in an office over the way, who had always noted how particular she was to arrive at exactly eight <abbr class="time">a.m.</abbr>, and to leave precisely at six <abbr class="time">p.m.</abbr>, she suddenly began to appear before hours in the morning, and to stay after hours at night. Of course this benighted person was not aware that by so doing she secured quiet chats with “C,” uninterrupted, and without being told in the middle of some pretty speech to “Shut up!” or to ” Keep out!” by some soured and inelegant operator on the line, to whom the romance of telegraphy had long ago given place to the monotonous, poorly-paid, everyday reality.</p>
+			<p>The office now possessed a new charm for her. To the surprise of an idle clerk in an office over the way, who had always noted how particular she was to arrive at exactly eight <abbr class="time">a.m.</abbr>, and to leave precisely at six <abbr class="time">p.m.</abbr>, she suddenly began to appear before hours in the morning, and to stay after hours at night. Of course this benighted person was not aware that by so doing she secured quiet chats with “C,” uninterrupted, and without being told in the middle of some pretty speech to “Shut up!” or to “Keep out!” by some soured and inelegant operator on the line, to whom the romance of telegraphy had long ago given place to the monotonous, poorly-paid, everyday reality.</p>
 			<p>And it came to pass that “C” soon shared all her daily life, thoughts and troubles. Annoyances became lighter because she told him, and he sympathized. Any funny incident that occurred was doubly funny, because they laughed over it together, and so it went on.</p>
 			<p>That “good night, dear,” previously unchallenged, became a regular institution and still, on account of those long miles between them, Nattie made only a faint remonstrance when his usual morning salutation grew into “Good morning, little five-foot girl at B m!” then was shortened to “Good morning, little girl!”</p>
 			<p>And all this time it never occurred to them that excepting “N” was for Nattie, and “C” for Clem, they knew really nothing about each other, not even their names.</p>