But it did not bring Baumberger, nor Peaceful Hart, nor any word of either.

Miss Georgie spent a good deal of time staring out of the window toward the store that day, and when she was not doing that she was moving restlessly about the little office, picking things up without knowing why she did so, and laying them down again when she discovered them in her hands and had no use for them.

The ice cream came, and the cake, and the magazines; and she left the whole pile just inside the door without undoing a wrapping.
At five o'clock she rose abruptly from the rocker, in which she had just deposited herself with irritated emphasis, and wired her chief for leave of absence until seven.
"It's important, Mr.Gray.Business which can't wait," she clicked urgently.

"I'll be back before Eight is due.

Please." Miss Georgie did not often send that last word of her own volition.