Then, suddenly noting the time.

Uncle John started down the street at a swinging pace, and presently paused before a building upon which was a sign, reading: "Isham, Marvin & Co., Bankers and Brokers." A prosperous looking place, it seemed, with a host of clerks busily working in the various departments.

Uncle John walked in, although the uniformed official at the door eyed him suspiciously.
"Mr.Marvin in ?" he inquired, pleasantly.
"Not arrived yet," said the official, who wore a big star upon his breast.
"I'll wait," announced Uncle John, and sat down upon a leather-covered bench.
The official strutted up and down, watching the customers who entered the bank or departed, and keeping a sharp watch on the little man upon the bench.
Another hour passed.
Presently Uncle John jumped up and approached the official.
"Hasn't Mr.Marvin arrived yet ?" he enquired, sharply.
"An hour ago," was the reply.
"Then why didn't you let me know?
I want to see him." "He's busy mornings.

Has to look over the mail.

He can't see you yet." "Well, he will see me, and right away.