eight
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Through the glasses , he could make out the figure of a woman in the cupola window , and she was watching him through a long marine telescope . `` There 's my old friend Nan , grown to womanhood , '' Donald soliloquized , and waved his arm at her . Through the glasses , he saw her wave back at him . The morning after the barbecue , Donald McKaye reported at eight o'clock to his father 's faithful old general manager , Andrew Daney . Daney had grown gray in his father 's service , and it was no part of Donald 's plans to assign him to a back seat . `` Well , Mr. Daney , '' he inquired affably , `` what are your plans for the new hired man ? '' Old Daney looked up quizzically .