"How much time have you got?" said Lawrence's voice.
"George, not much! Cab's waiting outside. I won't mention how you look, then—just tell 'em good-bye."
"That's all. Just tell 'em good-bye."
Lawrence was in the bath-room as Stebbins hurried out. He sat down on the porcelain rim of the tub, his face drawn and grey above his white shirt.
"It seems to be pretty well settled up," he said quietly. "I hope his mother's pleased!"
A LITTLE BROTHER OF THE BOOKS
The new librarian entered upon her duties bright and early Monday morning. She closed with a quick snap the little wicket-gate that separated the books from the outer vestibule, briskly arranged her paste-tube, her dated stamp, and her box of slips, and summoned her young assistant sharply. The assistant was reading Molly Bawn and eating caramels, and she shut book and bag quickly, wiping her mouth as she hurried to her superior.
"Now, Miss Mather, I expect to get fifty books properly labelled and shelved before noon," said the new librarian, "and there must be no time wasted. If anyone wants me, I shall be in Section K," and she turned to go.