"Sure."
The manager grasped his companion's hand.
"Allston," he said, "you are a wonder."
"That's just what you want for an advance agent, isn't it?" the boy asked, with a laugh.
"Yes. Did she come with you?"
"No, but she is probably here by this time."
"How did you do it?"
"I'll tell you some other time, sir."
"That's right; we have no time to waste in talk now. I'll go and see if she has arrived. I should be in a nice fix if she changed her mind again."
"She won't, Mr. Wattles."