Emporium order for May Day novelties was filled twice, they
write me."

"They ordered twice, sir. By 'phone," smiled Mr. Wrenn, in an
agony of politeness.

"They ordered hell, sir! Twice--the same order?"

"Yes, sir; their buyer was prob--"

"They say they've looked it up. Anyway, they won't pay twice.
I know, em. We'll have to crawl down graceful, and all because
you--I want to know why you ain't more careful!"

The announcement that Mr. Wrenn twice wriggled his head, and
once tossed it, would not half denote his wrath. At last!
It was here--the time for revolt, when he was going to be defiant.
He had been careful; old Goglefogle was only barking; but why
should _he_ be barked at? With his voice palpitating and his
heart thudding so that he felt sick he declared:

"I'm _sure_, sir, about that order. I looked it up. Their buyer
was drunk!"

It was done. And now would he be discharged? The manager
was speaking:

"Probably. You looked it up, eh? Um! Send me in the two
order-records. Well. But, anyway, I want you to be more
careful after this, Wrenn. You're pretty sloppy. Now get out.