It was evident, also, that Margaret shared his perplexity; and another silence became so embarrassing that Penrod broke it.
"I was out in the sawdust-box," he said, "but it got kind of chilly." Neither of his auditors felt called upon to offer any comment, and presently he added, "I thought I better come in here where it's warmer." "It's too warm,"' said Margaret, at once.

"Mr.Blakely, would you mind opening a window ?" "By all means!" the young man responded earnestly, as he rose.

"Maybe I'd better open two ?" "Yes," said Margaret; "that would be much better." But Penrod watched Mr.Blakely open two windows to their widest, and betrayed no anxiety.

His remarks upon the relative temperatures of the sawdust-box and the library had been made merely for the sake of creating sound in a silent place.

When the windows had been open for several minutes, Penrod's placidity, though gloomy, denoted anything but discomfort from the draft, which was powerful, the day being windy.
It was Mr.Blakely's turn to break a silence, and he did it so unexpectedly that Margaret started.