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And
Clyde
,
as
he
followed
Mr.
Whiggam
,
was
thinking
what
a
wonderful
place
Mr.
Gilbert
Griffiths
enjoyed
.
No
doubt
he
came
and
went
as
he
chose
--
arrived
at
the
office
late
,
departed
early
,
and
somewhere
in
this
very
interesting
city
dwelt
with
his
parents
and
sisters
in
a
very
fine
house
--
of
course
.
And
yet
here
he
was
--
Gilbert
's
own
cousin
,
and
the
nephew
of
his
wealthy
uncle
,
being
escorted
to
work
in
a
very
minor
department
of
this
great
concern
.
Nevertheless
,
once
they
were
out
of
the
sight
and
hearing
of
Mr.
Gilbert
Griffiths
,
he
was
somewhat
diverted
from
this
mood
by
the
sights
and
sounds
of
the
great
manufactory
itself
.
For
here
on
this
very
same
floor
,
but
beyond
the
immense
office
room
through
which
he
had
passed
,
was
another
much
larger
room
filled
with
rows
of
bins
,
facing
aisles
not
more
than
five
feet
wide
,
and
containing
,
as
Clyde
could
see
,
enormous
quantities
of
collars
boxed
in
small
paper
boxes
,
according
to
sizes
.
These
bins
were
either
being
refilled
by
stock
boys
who
brought
more
boxed
collars
from
the
boxing
room
in
large
wooden
trucks
,
or
were
being
as
rapidly
emptied
by
order
clerks
who
,
trundling
small
box
trucks
in
front
of
them
,
were
filling
orders
from
duplicate
check
lists
which
they
carried
in
their
hands
.
"
Never
worked
in
a
collar
factory
before
,
Mr.
Griffiths
,
I
presume
?
"
commented
Mr.
Whiggam
with
somewhat
more
spirit
,
once
he
was
out
of
the
presence
of
Gilbert
Griffiths
.
Clyde
noticed
at
once
the
Mr.
Griffiths
.
"
Oh
,
no
,
"
he
replied
quickly
.
"
I
never
worked
at
anything
like
this
before
.
"
"
Expect
to
learn
all
about
the
manufacturing
end
of
the
game
in
the
course
of
time
,
though
,
I
suppose
.
"
He
was
walking
briskly
along
one
of
the
long
aisles
as
he
spoke
,
but
Clyde
noticed
that
he
shot
sly
glances
in
every
direction
.
"
I
'd
like
to
,
"
he
answered
.
"
Well
,
there
's
a
little
more
to
it
than
some
people
think
,
although
you
often
hear
there
is
n't
very
much
to
learn
.
"
He
opened
another
door
,
crossed
a
gloomy
hall
and
entered
still
another
room
which
,
filled
with
bins
as
was
the
other
,
was
piled
high
in
every
bin
with
bolts
of
white
cloth
.
"
You
might
as
well
know
a
little
about
this
as
long
as
you
re
going
to
begin
in
the
shrinking
room
.
This
is
the
stuff
from
which
the
collars
are
cut
,
the
collars
and
the
lining
.
They
are
called
webs
.
Each
of
these
bolts
is
a
web
.
We
take
these
down
in
the
basement
and
shrink
them
because
they
ca
n't
be
used
this
way
.
If
they
are
,
the
collars
would
shrink
after
they
were
cut
.
But
you
'll
see
.
We
tub
them
and
then
dry
them
afterwards
.
"
