"Then you'd better!" warned the woman angrily. "And look for Sarah J. Campbell. Be lively about it, too."
Noll ran through the letters and postcards in Box C with provoking deliberation. Then he announced, while the woman drummed impatiently on the window ledge:
"Here's a postal from the Mason City Laundry, stating that your wash, this week, will be delivered only on payment of your account."
"Gimme that card," screamed Miss Campbell. "I didn't ask you to read it, booby!"
"And here's another, from Medella, dealer in false hair at Denver, stating that your order will be shipped on the second of next month, and——"
People waiting in the line behind began to titter, while Miss Campbell's face turned scarlet.
"Gimme my mail, stupid!" commanded Miss Campbell irately. "And I'll complain to the postmaster about your impudence."
Noll Terry gazed at the woman with an expression of sadly wounded innocence.
"'Scuse me, marm, and please don't blab to the P. M. This is my first day here. I'm new and green, yes, marm, but I'm trying to be as obliging as I can."
"Humph!" muttered the woman. Gathering her post cards, she fled.