“But it will be growing all the time, you see,” said Millicent; and Miss Frink passed the photograph to the Colonel. “I wish you’d let me show you, Miss Frink.”
That lady’s lips twitched and the bright eyes were very kind as she looked at this girl who didn’t sprawl, or loll in her chair, and who was fresh as Aurora.
“Very well, I suppose I must listen to such a special pleader. I offered the position to Mrs. Lumbard, but she seemed to think that teaching music would be more in her line.”
“I can’t see her there,” said Millicent, shaking her blonde head seriously, “nearly so well as I can Damaris.”
“To tell the truth, neither can I,” returned Miss Frink.
“Then—then may I tell her there is hope?” asked Millicent eagerly.
“Yes. You might use it as a bribe to get her not to tell everybody of Mr. Grimshaw’s coming around with a search-warrant. Eh?” The speaker returned the photograph case to its owner. “It’s time I took this boy home. Have we some big books to carry, Colonel Duane?”