"
"You needn't come," said Betty mildly. "Your father asked me to give
those papers personally to Mr. Waters. He didn't say they were
important; I don't know that they are. But if I say I am going to
give an envelope personally to any one, I don't intend to give that
envelope to a third person if there's nothing in it more valuable
than--hair nets!"
The window they were passing suggested the comparison, and Bobby
laughed good-naturedly and forebore to argue further. Promptly at
three o'clock she and Betty entered the elevator in the office
building and were whirled up to the fifth floor to find Mr. Waters in
his private office.
"Mr. Littell telephoned half an hour ago," he told them, taking the
envelope and running over the papers with a practised eye as he
talked. "He hoped to catch you before you left here. I believe he
wants to speak to his daughter. There's a booth right there, Miss
Bobby."
Bobby had a brief conversation with her father and came out in a few
minutes in evident haste.
"He wants us to do a couple more errands, Betty," she announced.
"We'll have to hurry, for it's after three."
The architect had written a receipt for the papers, and Bobby now
hurried Betty off, explaining as they went that they must take a car
to Octagon House.
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