(He and his friend gaze about, to see if they can detect any of these secret agents. They both look suspiciously toward Miss Randlett at the return desk.)
The very large woman (who has returned to gather up her macaroni, her two dozen eggs, and her black bag, and to have her books charged): "Now, here I am at last! I couldn't get 'Airy, Fairy Lilian,' but here's 'She Walks in Beauty,' an' 'Miss Petticoats,' an' you can put that on my card, an' here's Minnie's card for that, an' if you'll just put the eggs in my bag, I'll be all right."
TO A SMALL LIBRARY PATRON
TO A SMALL LIBRARY PATRON
Uncombed, a bit unwashed, with freckled face,
And slowly moving jaws—implying gum;
A decade's meagre dignity of years