"I'm going to," said I. "I'm going to let you out."
CHAPTER VII
EVERY PICTURE TELLS A STORY
The front door banged. Followed quick steps on the steep, uncarpeted stairs, and a knock on the studio's door.
"Come in," said I.
The door opened and a girl in a lilac dress swept into the room.
"I'm afraid I'm awfully la—O-o-oh!" she said.
"If it isn't her!" said I.
For a moment we stood looking at one another with big eyes. Then: