CHAPTER IIICraig Spaulding came down to the office the next morning, and the entire factory immediately felt the benefit of the new influence in the place. He had a big desk in his uncle’s room, as befitted the president’s son and prospective owner of the plant, but he also had a desk in the outer office, where Hilary and old Kraut spent their days, and, in the beginning, there was hardly an hour when he did not refer to the girl for information or direction.
“She’s remarkable; she ought to be in the city office,” he told his uncle. “We’ll have to do something about that trip to Europe!” But to Hilary he made no sign, except by his always-ready, quiet smile of thanks, and his respectful and appreciative manner. They worked together, side by side, day after day, and Hilary noted that his a
