This one exception was a young man of twenty.
His name was Earle Norris, and he was head of the shipping department.
Richard's duties brought him into daily contact with the shipping-clerk,
but though the latter treated him fairly well, there was something in
the other's manner that he did not like, and consequently he did not
associate as freely with Norris as that young man seemed to desire.
Norris was something of a dandy in his way, and rarely appeared at the
store otherwise than faultlessly dressed. Of course when at work he
changed his coat, cravat, collar, and so forth, so as not to soil them,
but he never left without looking as much "fixed up" as when he had
arrived.
"You're a new fellow here," he said to Richard when the latter came
down to see if a certain box of books had as yet been sent away.
"Yes; new here and new in New York," Richard replied, smiling,
"I thought you weren't a New Yorker," Norris went on. "How do you like
things in the city?"
"First-rate. I haven't seen much of the place yet, though."
"Where do you live?"
"I board with the Massanets."
"Oh, a relative?"
"Oh, no. I never knew them until I got acquainted with Frank here."
"Rather slow at their house, I imagine."
"Oh, I like it very well.
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