"Yis, sur."
"He lives there alone, does he?"
"Oh, no, sur. There's another family occupying the house, but they are away for the summer, sur."
"Oh. I see. Thank you."
"Did you wish to see Mr. Thomas, sur?"
"Is he busy?"
"He said he was going away, sur. He's at work packing up some things, I believe."
"Then I won't bother him. It isn't likely that he would want to buy a new History of the United States, is it?"
"Indeed not!" cried the girl, in deep disgust.
She at once took Ralph for a book agent, a set of men she thoroughly despised.