"
Some time later Willy Cameron heard the telephone ring, and taking
pad and pencil started forward. But Miss Boyd was at the telephone,
conducting a personal conversation.
"No.... No, I think not.... Look here, Lou, I've said no twice."
There was a rather lengthy silence while she listened. Then:
"You might as well have it straight, Lou. I'm through.... No, I'm
not sick. I'm just through.... I wouldn't.... What's the use?"
Willy Cameron, retreating into his lair, was unhappily conscious
that the girl was on the verge of tears. He puzzled over the
situation for some time. His immediate instinct was to help any
troubled creature, and it had dawned on him that this composed
young lady who manicured her nails out of a pasteboard box during
the slack portion of every day was troubled. In his abstraction
he commenced again his melancholy refrain, and a moment later she
appeared in the doorway:
"Oh, for mercy's sake, stop," she said. She was very pale.
"Look here, Miss Edith, you come in here and tell me what's wrong.
Here's a chair. Now sit down and talk it out. It helps a lot to
get things off your chest."
"There's nothing the matter with me.
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