“There’s nothing to do, anyway,” she went on, half to herself, “except to do things as they come along. So we’ll do that, William.
“Please get me some water for the flowers.”
Then she opened the typewriter and began to write very fast.
The day went on very much like other days. The mill seemed almost to be running itself.
When they were leaving the office that night Miss King said cheerfully:
“We’ve had a very pleasant day, haven’t we, William?”
“Seems to me I haven’t worked so hard as usual,” answered Billy.
The next day when Billy came back from the bank, soon after the noon whistle had blown, lame Tom’s chair under the canopy by the gate was empty.
Billy, hurrying on to the main building, found that Tom’s chair by the great door was empty, too.
As he stepped inside, Tom appeared from behind the door.