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would like to tell them. Where did they get off, telling a guy he couldn't get into a place where he could
shoot Japs and Germans!

The text of the messages told Park that Clark Savage, Jr., was in Sandersonville with some assistants,
giving some technical advice to the new defense plant.

He rather liked this Clark Savage, Jr., without even knowing who the man was.

Park sent the messages off by taxicab. Park's delivery boy had quit to get a defense job, and it was either
deliver the messages by cab, or deliver them himself. When he could find a cab, it was O. K. But most of
the time there was no taxicab.

The day progressed, and was not much different from other days, until late that afternoon.

During the day, of course, Park did some thinking about the little man he had seen. Or thought he had
seen. The thing was so ridiculous that he did not know what to think.

Park's general inclination was to decide that the thing actually had been a joke, a gag, pulled by some of
his friends. He couldn't see the point of the gag. Maybe someone knew it was his birthday, and the gag
had some connection with that. He didn't know what it could be, though. Park concluded to keep his
mouth shut about the whole thing. If it was a gag, he wasn't going to bite on it.

A little before five, the girl came in.



WHEN the girl first came in, Park was busy on the wire againтАФmore messages from the brass hats to
Clark Savage, Jr.тАФand he didn't really notice her. He did vaguely note that she was a small girl who
came through the door. Small girls weren't particularly his dish.

The brass hats in the war department were more indignant than they'd been that morning. Park gathered
that this Clark Savage, Jr., must have been on the long-distance telephone during the day, and given them
a further blistering. They were certainly hot under the collar, the brass hats. However, they were
unusually apologetic, for brass hats, to this Clark Savage, Jr. Park gathered that Clark Savage, Jr., was
somebody important. The fact that he was important depressed Park, because if somebody with some
pull couldn't get into action in the war, how was an unknown brass pounder like Parker O'Donnel going
to do any good?

тАЬHello,тАЭ the girl said.

тАЬWrite out your message on a blank,тАЭ said Park. тАЬBe with you in a few minutes.тАЭ The relay operator was
pouring it on Park, and he didn't have time to fool around with the counter service.

The girl waited patiently until Park had cleared the wire.

тАЬHello,тАЭ she said.

Park looked up. His impulse was to fall over backward. Because this wasn't just a girl. She was very
extra. She was special. She was small, but she had no other drawbacks that Park could see.