Mary had recovered her composure as his distress
had increased and looked steadily into his steel blue
eyes inquiringly.

"You see," he went on, in low hurried tones, "I'm
all worked up about the mountains of North Carolina--
thinkin' o' goin' down there to Asheville in a car, an'
I want to look the bloomin' place up and kind o' get my
bearin's before I start. A lawyer friend o' mine told
me to come here and I'd find all the maps in the
Century Dictionary. The man at the desk out there told
me to come in this room and look in the shelves on the
left and take it right out. Gee, the place is so big,
I get all rattled. I found the Century Dictionary on
that shelf----"

He paused and smiled helplessly.

"I thought a dictionary was one book--there's a
dozen of 'em marked alike. I'm afraid to pull 'em all
down an' I don't know where to begin-- COULD you
help me--please?"

"Certainly, with pleasure," she answered, quickly
rising and leading the way back to the shelf at which
he had been gazing.

"You want the atlas volume," she explained, drawing
the book from the shelf and returning to the seat.