여기가 영어를 해석해준다구해서 왔어여,,,
그냥 해석해준다니 너무 고맙네여*べ.べ*
참!! 저기 이짜나여~~이것좀 해석해주세여,,ㅜ.ㅡ
넘많이있져??죄송해여,,,제가 영어를 너무 못해서
해석할줄 모루겠네여,,,흑흑흑ㆀ
이거 월요일저녁까지(4월 15일 밤 12시까지,,,)해주실수 있음
꼬옥~~해주세여"
아님 화요일아침 9시까지여,,ㅠ.ㅜ10에 학교를 가야한답니다"
플리즈,,,꼭이여"☆"
PS~~☞onelovejhj@hanmail.net 이나 hjh8401@hanmail.net
루 꼬옥~답장주세여*べ.べ*기다릴께영"ㅋㅋㅋ
"It's nothing," she said softly. She moved away with a little
smile. "Mr. Pitcher," she said, coming over to him, "Did Mr.
Maxwell ask you to hire another secretary yesterday?"
"Yes,he did," answered Pitcher. "He told me to get another one.
I asked the secretarial school to send over a few this morning.
But it's 9:45, and no one has come yet."
"I will do the work as usual, then," said the young lady,
"until someone comes to fill the place." And she went to her
desk at once. She hung up the black hat with the green-gold
flower in its usual place.
Harvey Maxwell was always a busy stockbroker, but today he
was even busier than usual.The ticker tape machine began to
throw out tape. The desk telephone began to ring. Men crowded
into the office, buying and selling, crying and yelling.
Boys ran in and out with talegrams. Even Pitcher's face
looked more alive. Maxwell pushed his chair against the wall.
He ran energetically from ticker tape to telephone, jumping
like a dancer.
In the middle of all this action and yelling, the
stockbroker realized that someone new had arrived. He first
saw a high mountain of golden hair under a large round hat.
Then he noticed some large glass jewelry. Underneath all
this was a young lady. Pitcher saw that Maxwell didn't
know who she was. He came forward to explain. "Here is the
lady from the secretarial school," Pitcher said to
Maxwell. "She came for the job."
Maxwell turned around with his hands full of papers and
ticker tape. "What job?" he yelled. His face looked angry.
"The secretarial job," Pitcher said quietly. "You told me
yesterday to call the school. I asked them to send one
over this morning."
"You're losing your mind, Pitcher! Why would I tell you a
thing like that? Miss Leslie has worked well for a whole
year here. The job is hers while she wants to stay.
There is no job here, Madam! Tell the secretarial school,
Pitcher. Don't bring any more of them here!"
The lady turned to leave. Her hat almost hit Pitcher in
the eye as she angrily walked past him out of the office.
Pitcher thought to himself that Maxwell was getting more
forgetful every day.