He and Allen would have a walk and talk together, or they might go up to the Boordman Building for the long lounging parleys in which Allen delighted and which Dan himself enjoyed.
But Dan had not fully gauged the measure of Marian's daring.
"Won't you please wait a minute, Mr.Harwood, until I see if poor mama needs anything.

You know we all rely on you so.

I'll be back in just a moment." "So that's Morton Bassett's daughter," observed Allen when Marian had fluttered into the elevator.

"You must have a lot of fun taking her about; she's much more grown-up than I had imagined from what you've said.

She's almost a dangerous young person." The young men found seats and Allen nursed his hat musingly.