“Take me to the trustee, or whoever controls the place,” I begged my friend; “let’s see what can be done!”
“Now?” asked Ruth.
We had turned reluctantly through the hedge into the road.
“Why not?” I answered. “I’m going back to New York to-morrow.”
“You can’t do things so quickly around here.”
She must have noticed my disappointment, for she added, “There are no telephones or street-cars, and whenever you go to see people, the first three times you call they always happen to be out.”
“Don’t be lazy,” I urged, so full of my own enthusiasm that I had no mercy on plump and pretty Ruth. “How far is it to this man’s office?”
“Office? He doesn’t have any office. His house is at the other end of town.”
Clang-kilang! Clang-kilang!
The clamor of bell-ringing finished our argument.