He insisted upon seeing the editor, and presently disappeared inside with the clerk.

Miss Baxter smiled at the rapid dispersion of the group, for it reminded her of the rhyme about the one little, two little, three little nigger-boys.

But all the time there kept running through her mind the phrase, "Board of Public Construction," and the name, "Hazel." After a few minutes, the persistent man who had insisted upon seeing the editor came through the general waiting-room, the secretary, or clerk, or whoever he was, following him.
"Has your name been sent in, madam ?" the young man asked Miss Baxter, as she rose.

"I think not," answered the girl.

"Would you take my card to Mr.Hardwick, and tell him I will detain him but a few moments ?" In a short time the secretary reappeared, and held the door open for her..