"You mustn't mind being interrupted," said Helen. "When anybody rings the bell Roger has to run out and tend the shop."
"You must let me do it," said Titania. "I want to earn my wages, you know."
"All right," said Mrs. Mifflin; "Roger, you settle Miss Chapman in the den and give her something to look at while we do the dishes."
But Roger was all on fire to begin the reading. "Why don't we postpone the dishes," he said, "just to celebrate?"
"Let me help," insisted Titania. "I should think washing up would be great fun."
"No, no, not on your first evening," said Helen. "Mr. Mifflin and I will finish them in a jiffy."
So Roger poked up the coal fire in the den, disposed the chairs, and gave Titania a copy of Sartor Resartus to look at. He then vanished into the kitchen with his wife, whence Titania heard the cheerful clank of crockery in a dishpan and the splashing of hot water. "The best thing about washing up," she heard Roger say, "is that it makes one's hands so clean, a novel sensation for a second-hand bookseller."
She gave Sartor Resartus what is graphically described as a "once over," and then seeing the morning Times lying on the table, picked it up, as she had not read it. Her eye fell upon the column headed
LOST AND FOUND
Fifty cents an agate line
and as she had recently lost a little pearl brooch, she ran hastily through it. She chuckled a little over