Abiram shook his head; trotted with dejected stern. A job had been
left unfinished.
XII.
Hallooing safety to the apple-tree, too preoccupied to inquire further
into the reason for the gun and the presence of Bill's dog, George
turned for the house.
Awakening birds carolled his presence. They hymned the adventures of
the day that Dawn, her handmaiden, came speeding, silver-footed,
perfume-bearing, fresh from her dewy bath, to herald.
George put up an answering pipe. For him also the day was adventure-
packed and must lustily be hymned. Entering Mr. Marrapit's study he
drew the blinds; upon a telegraph form set Mary's name and her
address; pondered; then to these words compressed his great idea:
"_Go agency this morning. Get name on books. Meet you there. Think can
get you situation here. George._"
"Immediately the office opens," said George; trod up to his room.
CHAPTER IV.
Mr. Marrapit Takes A Nice Warm Bath.
I.
As Mr. Marrapit had said, the disaster of the night had sped his
complaint.
He appeared at breakfast. No word was spoken. He ate nothing.
Once only gave he sign of interest. Midway through the meal muffled
sounds came to the breakfast party. Scufflings in the hall struck an
attentive light in Mr. Marrapit's eyes; slam of the front door jerked
him in his seat; wheels, hoofs along the drive drew his gaze to the
window.
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