"Youth!"
"Yes, Livy." He went in for a word.
"George brought me Mr. B——'s card. I hope you were very nice to him; the B——s were so nice to us, once last year, when you were gone.",
"The B——s—Why, Livy——"
"Yes, of course, and I asked him to be sure to call when he came to
Hartford."
He gazed at her helplessly.
"Well, he's been here."
"Oh, Youth, have you done anything?"
"Yes, of course I have. He seemed to have some pictures to sell, so I sent him over to Warner's. I noticed he didn't take them with him. Land sakes, Livy, what can I do?"
"Which way did he go, Youth?"