figure. Why had she not met her? Would she like her when she did meet her?
Mary had finished her soup. Opening a book she had brought with her she began to read. Presently the waitress served her eggs. . . . She was almost through with her lunch when her father arrived.
I couldn't wait, dad, she apologized. Have to get back to the library.
I understand, he assured her. I didn't realize it was so late. I never know the time.
You carry a watch.
He smiled. Do you know, my dear, I never look at it. When I think of it at all it is as a piece of jewelry, a big diamond or something like that.
Dear old dad. She patted his hand. Then, What are you doing this afternoon?
I want to visit one or two of the schools, and I expect to see Professor Deakins of Howard. He's up here for the day.
What a time they're having at Howard! Mary sighed.
That's exactly what I want to discuss with him. I want to get his point of view about the muddle. It's hard enough, he continued, for us to get along among ourselves, but when white men are mixed up in our problems, it's well-nigh impossible. You're looking brighter, Mary. I thought you seemed a little tired last night.
