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CHAPTER VII.
THE BOY FROM NEXT DOOR.
The unwelcome visitor was a Mr. Wakeman,
confidential clerk and business manager, under
Mr. Smith, of that gentleman's many vast
enterprises. He was an alert young man,
rather jaunty of dress and manner, and almost
too eager to please his employer.
"Good morning, Mr. Smith."
"Morning. Terrible prompt, aren't you!"
"I'm always prompt, sir, if you remember."
The stranger had brought an air of haste and unrest into the quiet library, and its owner's comfort was at an end. He moved suddenly and his foot began to ache afresh. Even Josephine sat up erect and smoothed the folds of her red frock, while she gazed upon Mr. Wakeman's face with the critical keenness of childhood. On his part, he bestowed upon
