: "Where is she?"

The lady turned in surprise and looked down upon him. If he could have
expressed his feelings, he would have said she was a haughty person.
But as she looked at him her manner changed, and she smiled as she
asked, "What is it? I don't understand."

James Mandeville struggled to reply, but words were hard to find. As
he stood silent a voice behind him cried, "Why, if it isn't
Infinitesimal James!" and there she was, with her shining hair and
laughing eyes. He laughed, too, for very relief.

"There's a fireplace," he announced, going to meet her. "I saw them
make it."

"So you knew I would come back, didn't you? Yes, it is a very nice
fireplace, and will be all ready for a visit from Santa Claus," she
replied, shaking hands. Then quite unexpectedly she picked him up and
set him on the table among the waves of green stuff. "Now you look
like Triton," she said.

James Mandeville held fast to his horn and eyed his captor doubtfully,
as if he had a mind to escape.

"Do you remember my name? I am Miss Norah, and I want to introduce you
to my partner, who is almost as nice as I am. She is Miss Marion."

The other young lady smiled. "Do you believe in blowing your own horn,
as Miss Norah does?" she asked.

James Mandeville looked at his horn, and then at the speaker; but as
he did not understand, he made no reply.

"She asks foolish questions, doesn't she?" said Miss Norah. "As you
are the first neighbor to call on us, you shall not be required to
answer. You may help me trim the show window, if you like."

James Mandeville wriggled out from among the green waves. "What are
you going to keep in your store?" he asked.

The reply was disappointing. "Why don't you keep candy?" was the next
question.

"Because Miss Marion would give it all away, and we shouldn't be able
to make a living."

"Would you?" he asked, turning to that lady with earnest eyes.
Clearly, she might be worth cultivating.

She laughed and left the room for a moment, returning with something
in her hand wrapped in silver paper. "Do you like chocolate?" she
inquired; adding, "I don't know how it would be if I kept it; but as I
don't keep it, of course I give it away."

This had a puzzling sound. James Mandeville almost forgot to say thank
you. He decided to go, feeling he could better enjoy the chocolate
alone. He edged toward the door.

"Good-by," called Miss Norah. "Come again."

"All right," said James Mandeville, and di