"Really, Ruth, I don't know enough about it to judge."
"Here is Smith and Son's. Goodbye."
When she reached home, not seeing her father, she asked for him.
"He just went for a little walk down the street."
"How is he?"
"He has been talking all day about that safe combination," Aunt Clara answered.
"I was in hopes he had gotten his mind off of that. He hadn't mentioned it before since I told him they had found the combination and opened the safe. Which way did he go? I will go and meet him."
"He started east on this street."
She walked several blocks east but saw nothing of her father, and was about to turn back when she looked down a side street and saw him only a short distance away. She waved her hand to him and he waved his in answer. She was soon by his side. "How are you, Daddy?" she asked.
"Busy, Ruth; very busy. I have been trying to remember the combination to that safe. I almost had it once—I got as far as two turns to the right and then back to the left to forty. I can't remember any more."