They were Mrs.Tarbro-Smith and Susan, and, as Miss Sally hurried them up the stairs to remove their dusty hats, she leaned back and called to Eliph': "You can get right out the door," she said, "it ain't shut.

I guess I won't have no more time to spend listenin' to you to-day." For half an hour Eliph' waited, listening to the chatter of voices, and then he quietly stole from the house and stepped gently out of the yard.
There was no sense in waiting longer, and he knew it.
Mrs.Tarbro-Smith, receiving a letter from the editor of MURRAY'S MAGAZINE, had learned at length that Clarence was not typical Iowa, and she had transferred her field of study to Kilo on his recommendation.
She meant to spend the rest of the season there, and hoped Miss Sally would take her to board.

She found that Miss Sally would be glad, indeed, to have her company, and Mrs.Smith did not think it necessary to mention that she was looking for local color and types.

She was pleased when she heard that Eliph' Hewlitt, who had so interested her, was "working" Kilo.
As Eliph' Hewlitt walked toward the hotel he felt that another opportunity had been lost--thrown away--by his inability to avoid Jarby's Encyclopedia as a topic, and for one moment he came as near giving up Miss Sally as he ever came to giving up anything.

In that moment he saw the simplicity of his courtship, as he had imagined it would be, resolve itself into a tangled affair, as all these new individualities entered into it.