The young book agent had been amused by the scene. Now, however, he grew serious.
“That boy thinks I am responsible for this,” he thought. “And he will get square if he can.”
“Such tomfoolery I never saw in my life,” said the lady to Frank. “Stage-struck indeed! I’ll have to watch him.”
She was so out of patience that she scarcely paid attention to what the young book agent had to say.
“No, I don’t want any books,” she said. “We have more now than we can read.”
“Have you any to sell?” asked Frank.
“Do you buy old books?”
“Sometimes.”
“I’ll sell you these,” she went on, and after a few minutes’ search brought out half a dozen cheap cloth-covered novels.
“I don’t buy that kind of books,” said Frank.