"Just go right into the next office, and you'll find him," said Mr. Oliver's secretary, smiling.
CHAPTER XVI
MR. OLIVER AND SARAH
HE door into the next office stood open. Sarah walked in, that is, she stepped just inside the doorway and stood there as though glued to the floor. The thin, gray-haired man who was stooping over the flat-topped desk, looking at a card file, glanced up at her and smiled. This was the principal, Mr. Oliver.
"Good morning," he said. "Did you wish to see me?"
"No-o," stammered Sarah, "I didn't. But Miss Ames sent me."
Mr. Oliver sat down and pointed to a chair drawn up beside the desk.