said Nattie. "Especially that one about the early bird and the worm. But I fear, as a mystery, you are not a success, Mr. 'C.'"
"A very bad attempt at a pun," said "C." "I trust, however, you will not desert me, now your curiosity is satisfied, Miss 'N.'?"
"Don't be in such a hurry to miss me. I have said nothing yet to give you that right," Nattie replied.
"Nevertheless, it's utterly impossible not to miss you. I missed you last night after you had gone home, for instance. But you, a great, hulking fellow! No, indeed! In my mind's eye"
But what was in "C's" mind's eye did not just then appear, for at this interesting point some one at Nattie's window, saying, "I would like to send a message," obliged her reluctantly to interrupt him with,
"Excuse me a moment, a customer is waiting."
She then turned as much of her attention as she could separate from "C" to the customer, enabled, perhaps, to answer the volley of miscellaneous questions poured upon her with unusual affability, on account of the settlement—and in the right direction!—of that vexed question of "C's" sex.
But she could not help thinking, as she glanced at the message finally written, and handed to her,
