"Now, who do you suppose that is ?" she wondered aloud, then her face brightened.

"Ah--did Mr.Russell ask if he could----" "No, he wouldn't be coming this evening," Alice said.

"Probably it's the great J.A.Lamb: he usually stops for a minute on Thursdays to ask how papa's getting along.

I'll go." She tossed her apron off, and as she went through the house her expression was thoughtful.

She was thinking vaguely about the glue factory and wondering if there might be "something in it" after all.