THE BOOK OF BETTY BARBER.
“Fetch the gentleman, and let me speak to him,” said the Major, so decidedly that Minora hopped down the steps without another word.
“He wants to speak to you himself,” she whispered to the old gentleman, “Come up the steps.”
“Mr. Time, I believe,” said the Major.
“Father Time I am usually called, sir,” said the old gentleman.
“I beg pardon, Father Time,” said the Major. “May I ask you to step inside, Father Time? I was thinking perhaps you might be able to assist me”
Minora opened her eyes very wide.
“To decorate my house,” continued the Major. “I myself think it is quite satisfactory as it is; but there are those who consider it dull.”
“I can promise you the most careful and prompt attention,” said Father Time. “May I be permitted to view the premises? Then I will furnish you with plans of decoration, hoping that one may meet with your approval. Excuse me one moment,” and he ran down the steps.
“I’m so glad,” said Minora, “I’m so glad. I thought”
“Never mind what you thought, Minora,” said the Major stiffly.
“Here I am, at your service,” said Father Time. “I have spoken to my people.”
Major C waved his hand, and invited Father Time to enter.
“You will observe” he began.
But Father Time hurried up the staircase, and before the Major had time to object he was down again.
“Pardon me,” he said, “I am a very busy person. I am quite prepared to propose several schemes. What would you think of building up chords on each stair, and adding a bass?”
The Major frowned. “I should tumble over the cords,” he said.
“You don’t take to that scheme,” said Father Time. “Very
