"A lady to see you, sir."
John did not take his eyes from the work on his desk. "All right,
Jimmy, show her in."
The general manager read on to the bottom of the typewritten page, signed his name to the sheet, placed it in the proper basket and turned in his chair.
"Helen!"
Little Maggie's princess lady was so lovely that afternoon, as she stood there framed in the doorway of the manager's office that even her brother noticed.
She was laughing at his surprise, and there was a half teasing, half serious look in her eyes that was irresistible.
"By George, you are a picture, Helen!" John exclaimed, with not a little brotherly pride in his face and voice. "But what is the idea? What are you down here for—all dolled up like this?"
She blushed with pleasure at his compliment. "That is very nice of you, John; you are a dear to notice it. Are you going to ask me to sit down, or must you put me out for interrupting?"
He was on his feet instantly. "Forgive me; I am so stunned by the unexpected honor of your visit that I forget my manners."
When she was seated, he continued, "And now what is it? what can I do for you, sister?"