"Oh, Mr. Porter, it is perfectly fascinating! How good you are! How am I ever going to pay for it though? I had no idea you were going to so much trouble and expense."
"But you don't _have_ to pay for it. Every office has to be fitted up for its tenant's needs you know, or he wouldn't rent it. So I had to have your cubby fitted up for yours. Now you can stock up as soon as you're a mind to. And, by-the-way, those boxes will be along to-morrow morning. I told them they must hustle, and they have. Are your photos ready to paste on 'em?"
"Yes, they came home last evening; at least six dozen of them did, and the rest will come next week. I'll send them to the box manufacturers for the next lot and they can be put right on there. It will save our time."
"Good! Twelve dozen boxes will be delivered this time, and the rest will be along pretty soon. Send your photos to them as quickly as you can. I'm glad you like your cubby."
"Like it! Why I'd be the most ungrateful girl that ever lived if I didn't like it. It's just simply _splendid_! But a whole year's rent won't pay you back I'm afraid."
"Don't care whether it does or not. Mean to make you sign a _five_ years' lease next time. When will you stock up?"
"Mammy is coming over with me early Saturday morning. Just think we have already made over twenty-five pounds of candy. I want to have fifty on hand to start with. Do you think I'll _ever_ sell it?" and the pretty girlish face was raised to Mr. Porter's with the most winning of smiles.
"Little flirt! I wonder if she knows he has daughters as old as _she_ is," muttered the girl at the 'phone. Constance was quite unconscious of either look or comment.
"Of course you'll sell it. Mark my word it will go like hot cakes," was the encouraging answer.
"I hope so. And thank you again and again for _all_ you have done. Good-bye. Please tell your daughters what a proud girl you have made me," and the little gloved hand was held toward him. He shook it warmly and walked with her to the front door. As he turned to go back a man who occupied a cigar stand near the door nodded and said with a laugh:
"Got a new tenant, Mr. Porter? Goin' to let us have another pretty girl to talk to?"
"I've got a new tenant, yes, Breckel, but, unless I am very much mistaken, you will not talk to her a great deal, and when you _do_ you'll take your hat off, and toss away your cigar. It's a pity we can't have a few more such girls in our business world. It would raise the standard considerably. Men would find a better occupation than making fool speeches to them then. Mark my word that little woman will succeed."