"And what must I call you?" the young man inquired.
"My name's Wackernagel."
"Miss or Mrs.?"
"Well, I guess not MISS anyhow! I'm the mother of four!"
"Oh, excuse me!"
"Oh, that's all right!" responded Mrs. Wackernagel, amiably. "Well, I must go make supper now. You just make yourself at home that way."
"May I go to my room?"
"Now?" asked Mrs. Wackernagel, incredulously. "Before night?"
"To unpack my dress-suit case," the young man explained. "My trunk will be brought out to-morrow on the stage."
"All right. If you want. But we ain't used to goin' up-stairs in the daytime. Tillie, you take his satchel and show him up. This is my niece, Tillie Getz."