It was as if she doubted the reality of the name he gave, and meant to conceal her doubt, or had heard something amusing about him, or wished to be friends with him, or was secretly timorous and trying to appear merely indifferent.
Or perhaps---- She replaced the letters and turned, and rested her hands on the counter.

She looked at him and again her lips turned at the corners in that faint, enigmatical beginning of a smile.
"There isn't a thing," she said.

"The mail comes this noon again.

Do you want yours sent out to any of the outfits?
Or shall I just hold it ?" "Just hold it, when there is any.

At least, until I see whether I land a job here.