Meanwhile the country customer walked lazily about the office, asking simple questions of this one and that, and waiting for their replies, with eyes fixed on their faces as intently as if much hung on the response.
“Who did you say kept this store?” he asked of a younger man who was intently engaged on a huge ledger.
“Mr. Leonard,” was the short answer.
“Leonard, hey? I used to know Leonards. Anything to the Bucks county Leonards?”
“I don’t know,” snapped the clerk.
“What might his first name be?”
“Henry,” said the clerk, plunging again into his figures.
“Henry. Reckon I know him, then. Is he in?”
“Your bill is ready, sir,” said another clerk, accosting him.
“Very well. Hold on to it a minute. I want to see Mr. Leonard.”