“Yes.”
She looked somewhat doubtful, and then her face cleared. Nielsen understood.
“Your order’s ready, Erna,” came Landsmann’s voice.
And the girl hurried out.
VIII
Erna was in a splendid mood when she called on Nielsen that evening. In the first place, the young Norwegian-American had earned her gratitude. Secondly, and what is perhaps more important, Jimmy Allen had come into Landsmann’s both for the noon and the evening meal and had paid her humble devotion. She had agreed to spend to-morrow evening with him, but principally that she might add coal to the fire of his impatience by putting off her answer, which she had not formed as yet but in the existence of which she had succeeded in leading him to believe. Thirdly, she had had two more tilts with Landsmann and was victorious in both. Consequently, Erna was in high spirit. In addition, her greedy nature was looking forward to the new sensation that life might be on the point of offering her in Nielsen.
It was evident at once that he was likewise in the best of humor. His greeting of Erna was of the heartiest cordiality and cheer. And he required only a minute or two to settle her comfortably on the couch and to make her feel otherwise at home. She was not surprised. On the contrary, she entered immediately into the mood of the young writer’s hospitality.
“Well, Rat-wife, how’ve you been?” he commenced. “I haven’t seen you since this morning.”
“Why do you call me Rat-wife?”
“Because you’re a professional rat catcher.”