“I thought a dictionary was one book—there's a dozen of 'em marked alike. I'm afraid to pull 'em all down an' I don't know where to begin—COULD you help me—please?”
“Certainly, with pleasure,” she answered, quickly rising and leading the way back to the shelf at which he had been gazing.
“You want the atlas volume,” she explained, drawing the book from the shelf and returning to the seat.
He followed promptly and bent over her shoulder while she pointed out the map of North Carolina, the position of Asheville and the probable route he must follow to get there.
“Thanks!” he exclaimed gratefully.
“Not at all,” she replied simply. “I'm only too glad to be of service to you.”
Her answer emboldened him to ask another question.
“You don't happen to know anything about that country down there, do you?”
“Why, yes. I know a great deal about it——”
“Sure enough?”