“Fly and fancy is right,” thought Nick, recalling Patsy’s prediction.
Looking up when he entered, Kate Crandall received him with a smile and laid aside her magazine.
“Good afternoon, sir,” she said, greeting him agreeably. “Take a seat.”
“You are Miss Crandall?” returned Nick inquiringly.
“Yes, sir,” said Kate, bowing.
“My name is Henderson,” said Nick, taking a chair. “Do I find you busy just now?”
“No, indeed, not at present. What can I do for you?”
“Not very much just now, Miss Crandall, but considerable later, providing your terms are satisfactory and my work agreeable to you,” Nick said suavely.
“I work entirely on a space basis.”
“That will suit me.”