One day he was left alone at noon, and in rushed a young man.
“I’ve got fifteen minutes to spare,” he said. “Can you give me a sitting in that time?”
“I am sorry, but Mr. Starleigh is out, and so is his assistant,” said Bob.
“Too bad! If I had a sitting to-day when could I have the photos?”
“All of them?”
“The first one.”
“In a few hours. The others, if you want a dozen, would be done a couple of days later.”
“I wanted one to-morrow night sure. My brother is going to South America day after to-morrow, and I promised him my picture to take along.” The young man scratched his head. “Can’t you give me a sitting?”
“I would rather you would wait,” replied Bob, fearing Mr. Starleigh would not like such a proceeding.
“I can’t wait. Go ahead, if you know anything about the work.”