Mr.Taylor has his eye on you already." Lute glanced apprehensively toward the cashier's desk and turned to go.
"Well!" he exclaimed, "I've said you was crazy more'n once, that's some satisfaction.

Say! can I tell 'em to home ?" I hesitated.

"You may tell Dorinda if you like," I answered.

"But I prefer to tell Mother, myself." George rose from his desk just then and Lute hurried to the door.

I smiled.