“What do you want of me?� he rasped.
“I wanted to tell you I’m leaving here to-morrow,â€� said Daisy. “I’m going back to work at the Exchange. I’m lonesome on this job. There aren’t enough things happening at the Clavichord Arms. It’s too slow—not enough excitement for a live wire like me. That’s all, sir.â€�
Transcriber’s Note: This story appeared in the October 1917 issue of Blue Book magazine.