"Once I put a
thing in that little blue book of mine," she used to tell her
father, "it's there for keeps. And there's the advantage that I
never leave it lying around to be lost, or for other people to
pick up and read to my everlasting undoing. It's better than
cipher--for I don't talk in my sleep."
The four- thirty- five train came in its own time, and brought
the two missing placer miners. But it did not bring Baumberger,
nor Peaceful Hart, nor any word of either. Miss Georgie spent a
good deal of time staring out of the window toward the store that
day, and when she was not doing that she was moving restlessly
about the little office, picking things up without knowing why
she did so, and laying them down again when she discovered them
in her hands and had no use for them. The ice cream came, and
the cake, and the magazines; and she left the whole pile just
inside the door without undoing a wrapping.
At five o'clock she rose abruptly from the rocker, in which she
had just deposited herself with irritated emphasis, and wired her
chief for leave of absence until seven.
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