When I sell a ticket to Shoshone, I'm the ticket agent, and
nothing else. Telegrams, I'm the operator. At certain times I'm
the express agent. I admit it. But this isn't one of the
times."
She stopped and regarded her visitor with whimsical appraisement.
"You'll wait till the agent returns, won't you?" And added, with
a grimace: "You won't be in the way--I'm not anything official
right now. I'm a neighbor, and this is my parlor--you see, I
planted you on that rug, with the books at your elbow, and that
geranium also; and you're in the rocker, so you're really and
truly in my parlor. I'm over the line myself, and you're calling
on me. Sabe? That little desk by the safe is the express
office, and you can see for yourself that the agent is out."
"Well, upon my word!" Evadna permitted herself that much
emotional relief. Then she leaned her head against the
cherry-colored head-rest tied to the chair with huge,
cherry-colored bows, and took a deliberate survey of the room.
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