"Where are you
going? Have you heard from Bramble Farm or Uncle Dick? How long have
you been in Washington? Did you get out to Oklahoma?"
Bobby laughed and touched Betty on the arm.
"There's a seat over by the elevator," she suggested. "Why don't you
sit there and talk? I'll come back and get you at a quarter to five--
I want to get some new hair-ribbons for Esther."
"But you wanted to go up on the roof!" protested Betty, longing to
talk to Bob and yet mindful of Bobby's first plans.
"Plenty of other days for that," was the careless response. "See you
quarter to, remember. Good-by, Bob--though I'll see you again, of
course."
She disappeared into a down elevator, and Betty and Bob sat down on
the oak settle in the corridor.
"Wasn't it lucky we met you!" exclaimed Betty, getting a good look
at the boy for the first time. "Seems to me you're thinner, Bob. Are
you all right?"
"Couldn't be better!" he assured her, but she noticed there were
rings under his eyes and that his hands, white enough now in contrast
to the tan which still showed at his wrists, were perceptibly
thinner. "Fact is, I work in this building, Betty. Kind of junior
clerk for a man on the fourth floor, substituting while his clerks
are away on vacation.
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