This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1917 edition. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER TWO Early one morning. Cousin David's office is in el Mina--el means the and Mina, harbour or port, and the window near my desk gives me a view of the sea--limitless, with the farther shore no nearer than Sandy Hook. I close my eyes sometimes and see the steamer I shall come home by swinging ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1917 edition. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER TWO Early one morning. Cousin David's office is in el Mina--el means the and Mina, harbour or port, and the window near my desk gives me a view of the sea--limitless, with the farther shore no nearer than Sandy Hook. I close my eyes sometimes and see the steamer I shall come home by swinging through the Narrows and up the Bay, with all the sky-scrapers waving welcoming, beckoning hands from every window. Then Cousin David's buzzer buzzes and I fly into his room to take orders for the making out and filing of invoices for bales of raw silk consigned to France or licorice root or something else to some other country. His windows command the mountains and I always try to get a peep at them before going back to do his bidding with neatness and despatch. Mother dearest, I have been so engrossed with getting my hand in, that I have neglected to make other than the above small beginning in Volume Two of the plum-coloured Russia-leather edition of the oriental part of my history. Cousin David's illness--was it not lucky I had been here a couple of months when he elected to have typhoid?--is keeping me more than busy with all I have had to do. Fortunately he isn't very ill, and from behind the carbolic-sheet-hung door in his isolation camp in the prophet's chamber on the roof, can send down instructions to me whenever I get stuck. I haven't made many mistakes that amount to anything, excepting one, and that was big enough to last for some time. I consigned some hundreds of kilos of licorice root to a silk factory in Lyons, France, and the same number of bales of raw silk to a drug firm in London, and actually shipped them, too! We only learned to-day that through the kindness of the respective firms the two commodities finally reached...
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