CHAPTER XIII
I think Taylor was almost as surprised as Eldredge had been, when, at half-past eight the following morning, I appeared at the bank. He was already at his desk and, when he looked up and saw me, he whistled.
“Whew!” he exclaimed. “So. I didn't dream it, after all. You're here, ain't you.”
“I am here,” I answered, opening the gate and stepping in behind the rail.
“Going to take it back and say you never said it?”
“No.”
“Come to go to work? Really?”
“That is my intention, unless you have changed your mind.”
“Not me. It ain't likely. But, Ros, I—sit down a minute and let's talk. What are you doing this for?”
It was a question I had been asking myself at intervals during a restless night. Now I gave the only truthful answer.