"No'm—yes'm," he replied, a little puzzled as to which of the two words which seemed to constitute his whole vocabulary fitted into his meaning here.
"Then, perhaps, I will let you take this for me."
She drew out the tiniest, daintiest purse Jacob's eyes had ever beheld, and, opening its clasp, gingerly fingered forth a bill.
"I want very much to have this changed. Mr. Shagarach will not be back immediately, you say?"
"No'm."
"Then perhaps you can spare a moment to run down to the corner and get some silver for this."
"They'll change it upstairs," said Jacob, at last finding his voice.
"Upstairs? Very well, you may take it upstairs and bring me back small silver, Jacob."
With a skip of elation Jacob mounted the stairs. There was a little delay in the mission, to which he had repaired. When he came downstairs, the silver clutched in his hand, his heart rose to his mouth at discovering that the office was empty. To think that he had kept the kind lady waiting so long! Probably she had become disgusted with him. He stood a moment in perplexity. Then glancing at his own desk, he opened his mouth in horror.
"My pictures!" cried Jacob. The photographs were gone.