stood there for some time,
looking at the people outside, and wondering what the people inside
were doing. The little girl who had borrowed the milk of him, and who
had never returned it, was about to pass the door; but seeing him
standing there, she crossed over to the other side of the street. But
he did not notice her. He was wondering if it was time to go in. A
boy came up to the door, and wanted to know if he kept Easter eggs.
Mr. Tolman was happy to say he did not. When he had allowed the night
druggist a very liberal twenty minutes, he went in. As he entered the
shop door, giving the bell a very decided ring as he did so, P. Glascow
came down the two steps that led from the inner room. His face showed
that it was all right with him.

A few days after this Mr. Tolman sold out his stock, good will, and
fixtures, together with the furniture and lease of the house. And who
should he sell out to but to Mr. Glascow! This piece of business was
one of the happiest points in the whole affair. There was no reason
why the happy couple should not be married very soon, and the young
lady was charmed to give up her position as teacher and governess in a
family, and come and take charge of that delightful little store and
that cunning little house, with almost everything in it that they
wanted.

One thing in the establishment Mr. Tolman refused to sell. That was
Dormstock's great work. He made the couple a present of the volume,
and between two of the earlier pages he placed a bank-note which in
value was very much more than that of the ordinary wedding gift.

"What are YOU going to do?" they asked of him, when all these things
were settled. And then he told them how he was going back to his
business in the neighboring city, and he told them what it was, and how
he had come to manage a circulating library. They did not think him
crazy. People who studied the logarithms of the diapason would not be
apt to think a man crazy for such a little thing as that.

When Mr. Tolman returned to the establishment of Pusey & Co., he found
everything going on very satisfactorily.

"You look ten years younger, sir," said Mr. Canterfield. "You must
have had a very pleasant time. I did not think there was enough to
interest you in ---- for so long a time."

"Interest me!" exclaimed Mr. Tolman. "Why, objects of interest crowded
on me. I never had a more enjoyable holiday in my life."

When he went home that evening (and