“No. I don’t think it’s on my list.”
“Let’s see. Yes, here it is: ‘D. A. Magoon, 200 Main Street.’”
“Oh! I thought you said——”
“Maggy’s? Yes, they call her that for short. She’s got some good rooms, but you have to more than half furnish them. About all Maggy gives you is a carpet and a bed. If you like I’ll go around there with you when you’re through.”
“Why, thanks, that’s very kind, but I don’t want to trouble you.”
“You don’t. I haven’t a thing to do until the boat comes in.”
“Boat?” ejaculated Ira.
“Figure of speech, meaning that the afternoon stretches before me devoid of—of—Say, what do I call you?”
“Rowland’s my name.”
“Mine’s Johnston. There’s a t in it to make it harder to say. Here’s your grub. Guess I’ll have a piece of pie, Jimmy.”