“Nope.”
“When do you expect him?”
“Oh, any time. He’s in and out.”
“I’ll wait.”
“Probably won’t be back until after lunch.”
A railing shut off the hall where she stood from the office proper, where the boy was on guard. Doors opened off this central room into the private offices. There were no chairs in this hall, and the boy made no move to open the railing.
“Is that large armchair in there rented for the day?” Bambi inquired.
“Not so far as I know,” he grinned.
“Does this thing open, or do I have to jump it?” she smiled.
“Where are you goin’?"
“To the large armchair.”
“Welcome to our city,” said he, as he lifted the rail. “Nobody allowed in here except by appointment.”
“That’s all right. I understand that,” she said nonchalantly, and sank into the haven of the chair.
All the details of the office, which bored Jarvis, or which he entirely failed to see, fascinated Bambi. She set herself to the subjection of the office boy, by a request for the baseball score.
