A voice from the rear of the crowd: "No, 'm, that's mine."
Another voice: "'Tain't neither, teacher, it's mine; she promised it to me last Choosday."
The first voice: "Oh, you big—I didn't do nothin' of the sort, teacher!"
A man, elbowing his way to the front, and relying on the fascinations of his dyed moustache and hat tilted to one side: "Say, jus' gimme this, will yer?"
While Miss Grant is charging the book, he leans over her confidentially:
"Say, don't you or that other young lady belong to the Order of the Golden Bazoo? Don't yer? Say, that's too bad—we're goin' to have a little dance to-morrer night at the Red Men's hall. We'd be glad to have yer come. Say, you can come anyway—I can get yer in all right Yer can meet me at the drugstore on the corner, here, and I'll—"
A small girl with a red tam-o'shanter, interrupting: "Teacher, me an' Minnie Leboskey just took out these books—this is mine—'The Birds' Chris'mas Carol' and this is Minnie's—'Sarter Resortus' an' Minnie has read it hundreds of times, an' she says she don't want it again, an' please, teacher, this here is a kid's book, an' I don't want it, an' will yer give me somethin' for my mother, she says she's read the one you sent her last week, an' can she take the White House Cook Book, too, on the same card?"
A tall and very resolute-looking woman, with three books under her arm: "Have you got 'The Leopard's Spots' in this library? I want my son to read it. He has just finished 'The Clansman,' but he has never read 'The Leopard's Spots.'"
Miss Grant: "Why, how old is he?"