Wrenn made himself go to the Souvenir and Art
Novelty Company. He wanted to get the teasing, due him for
staying away so short a time, over as soon as possible. The
office girl, addressing circulars, seemed surprised when he
stepped from the elevator, and blushed her usual shy gratitude
to the men of the office for allowing her to exist and take away
six dollars weekly.
Then into the entry-room ran Rabin, one of the traveling salesmen.
"Why, hul-lo, Wrenn! Wondered if that could be you. Back so
soon? Thought you were going to Europe."
"Just got back. Couldn't stand it away from you, old scout!"
"You must have been learning to sass back real smart, in the Old
Country, heh? Going to be with us again? Well, see you again
soon. Glad see you back."
He was not madly excited at seeing Rabin; still, the drummer was
part of the good old Souvenir Company, the one place in the
world on which he could absolutely depend, the one place where
they always wanted him.
He had been absently staring at the sample-tables, noting new
novelties.
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