Bannon leaned on the rail and glanced at the paper on which she had been setting down totals.
"I guess you'd better go home, Miss Vogel. It's after nine o'clock."
"I can finish in an hour."
"You'd better go. There'll be chances enough for night work without your making them."
She smiled, cleared up the desk, and reached for her jacket, which hung from the nail behind her. Then she paused.
"I thought I would wait for my brother, Mr. Bannon."
"That's all right. I guess we can spare him. I'll speak to him. Do you live far?"
"No; Max and I are boarding at the same place."
He had got to the door when she asked:—
"Shall I put out the light?"