w she dressed, he had no ideas
at all. He had no trained eye in such matters, nor was he interested.
He took it for granted, in the lack of any impression to the contrary,
that she was dressed some how. He knew her as "Miss Mason," and that
was all, though he was aware that as a stenographer she seemed quick
and accurate. This impression, however, was quite vague, for he had
had no experience with other stenographers, and naturally believed that
they were all quick and accurate.

One morning, signing up letters, he came upon an I shall. Glancing
quickly over the page for similar constructions, he found a number of I
wills. The I shall was alone. It stood out conspicuously. He pressed
the call-bell twice, and a moment later Dede Mason entered. "Did I say
that, Miss Mason?" he asked, extending the letter to her and pointing
out the criminal phrase. A shade of annoyance crossed her face. She
stood convicted.

"My mistake," she said. "I am sorry. But it's not a mistake, you
know," she added quickly.

"How do you make that out?" challenged Daylight. "It sure don't sound
right, in my way of thinking."

She had reached the door by this time, and now turned the offending
letter in her hand. "It's right just the same."

"But that would make all those I wills wrong, then," he argued.

"It does," was her audacious answer. "Shall I change them?"

"I shall be over to look that affair up on Monday." Daylight repeated
the sentence from the letter aloud. He did it with a grave, serious
air, listening intently to the sound of his own voice. He shook his
head. "It don't sound right, Miss Mason. It just don't sound right.
Why, nobody writes to me that way. They all say I will--educated men,
too, some of them. Ain't that so?"

"Yes," she acknowledged, and passed out to her machine to make the
correction.

It chanced that day that among the several men with whom he sat at
luncheon was a young Englishman, a mining engineer. Had it happened
any other time it would have passed unnoticed, but, fresh from the tilt
with his stenographer, Daylight was struck immediately by the
Englishman's I shall. Several times, in the course of the meal, the
phrase was repeated, and Daylight was certain there was no mistake
about it.

After luncheon he cornered Macintosh, one of the members whom he knew
to have been a college man, because of his football reputation.

"Look here, Bunny," Daylight demanded, "which is right, I sha