eration afforded the janitor. It occurred to me, during those seven hours of enforced thought, that our ideas of the simplicity of selling a play were a trifle arrogant. It seems to have unforeseen complications.”
Bambi sat down on the bed, her brow knitted.
“Seven hours sitting? That’s awful!”
“The blond young woman suggested a letter of introduction or an appointment, but I don’t know any one to give me a letter. I doubt if he will give me the appointment without it.”
“I can get it for you!” she said.
“You can? Where? How?”
“I know a way. Never you mind.”
“I was afraid you would be so disappointed I was tempted not to come back at all,” he remarked.
“Disappointed? Not I! Why, we can wait seven years, if need be. In the end we will win.”
“You are a very good sport, Miss Mite.”
“I are,” laughed she. “I am a very able woman, Jarvis. Some day you will be proud of me.”
“You are a terrible egotist,” he objected.
“If I didn’t believe in myself, where would I be? You and father scarcely notice me.”
“I’m beginning to notice you,” Jarvis interrupted.