She turned to see the handsome face and sturdy form of Will Somers. He advanced into the room with his usual air of self-possession, his cap still on his head, and a flavor of the street Arab still about him, despite his good clothes and the lessons in politeness he had received.
“Come out to see you on some bizness for Mr. Leonard,” he said, taking a seat nonchalantly.
“Well, what can I do for you to-day?” she asked.
“I want to talk to you.”
“Make it brief, then,” she replied.
“How about the chap you told me about when I was here afore? Sticking to him yet? I told you to shake him you know, and guess it’s the best you can do.”
“Is that all you have to say?” she asked, impatiently.
“Think I seen him the day I met you in town. Jist you shake him, that’s my advice. Look at me, a handsome, well-built feller, and turned of sixteen. I’ll be in the market after a while, and the gal that gets me is a lucky one.”
“I will bear you in mind, if I run short of a lover,” she replied, with a smile. “I will let you know when I dismiss the present one.”
“What’s the chap’s name, anyhow?” asked Will, twisting round in his chair.