“Come, George Augustus, you’d better sneak. Miss Price has several letters to copy, and she wants to get home some time this afternoon, don’t you know,” mimicking the Englishman.
“Won’t you accept them, Miss Price,” persisted Percy, after an indignant look at Hazard.
“You will have to excuse me, Mr. Chamberlain,” said Millie, turning to her machine and commencing to click off her notes, thereby ignoring the dudish visitor.
“Good-bye, George Augustus,” cried Jack, as the disappointed Englishman started slowly for the door. “Come in again when you haven’t so long to stay.”
“You’re an insulting fellow. I don’t wish you to notice me again,” angrily retorted the insurance clerk just as he was passing out of the doorway.
“It was very kind of you to bring me those violets,” said Millie to Jack as the door closed. “It’s my favorite flower.”
“You see, I’m getting reckless now; I’ve money to burn,” laughed the boy. “Next thing you know, I’ll be asking you to marry me.”
“You silly boy!” exclaimed Millie, blushing furiously as Jack ran away.
CHAPTER XIII.
SILAS HOCKINS, FROM AVALANCH, N. J.