“Lou,” said Ed, “let me introduce Mr. Henderson. My sister, Miss Hargreaves, Mr. Henderson.”
The girl bowed but looked kind of puzzled.
“I thought you said his name was Clark,” she said.
“Oh, Clark’s sick—couldn’t come today,” answered Ed.
“Oh, dear,” she said. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I simply have to have a young man today, and it’s too late now to find anyone. I don’t know what to do.”
She was looking at me kind of pleadingly and I said:
“Is it anything I can do?”
Ed gave her a foxy smile and said,
“Why sure, Lou. That’s just the combination. Jack’s just the boy you want.”
“He looks as if he would be,” she said, looking at me thoughtfully. “I’m sure it’s awfully kind of you, Mr. Henderson. I suppose you’ve had experience in this work. Most young men have.”