Olcott

Employs nine hundred hands, Mr. Olcott, and hasn't been in operation but a little more than three years.

The big voice boomed out of the little dried-up body as the old man took the chair which Olcott had indicated.

"Good morning," said Olcott, mechanically putting a ceremonious and formal emphasis into the words and getting on his feet.

What Olcott said—aloud—was something fatuous and commonplace touching on the state of the weather.