business of yours!" the gentleman said, sweetly.

"Why, it is TOO! Let's see it, then!"

"No, I won't let you see it, but it's not there, just the same."

"Oh, Billy, what an awful lie!"

"Susan!" said Mrs. Lancaster, partly in reproof, partly to call her
niece's attention to apple-pie and tapioca pudding.

"Pudding, please, auntie." Susan subsided, not to break forth again
until the events of the day suddenly rushed into her mind. She
hastily reviewed them for William's benefit.

"Well, what do you care?" he consoled her for the disappointment,
"here's your chance to bone up on the segregating, or crediting, or
whatever you call it."

"Yes, and then have someone else get it!"

"No one else could get it, if you understood it best!" he said
impatiently.

"That shows just about how much you know about the office!" Susan
retorted, vexed at his lack of sympathy. And she returned to her
pudding, with the real cream of the day's news yet untold.

A few moments later Billy was excused, for a struggle with German in
the night school, and departed with a joyous, "Auf wiedersehen,