She did not
know why she should be of any particular interest.
"Let's walk around a little," she suggested. The last of the crumbs
were gone.
"All right," Barrow assented. "Let's go up the ravine."
They left the log. Their course up the ravine took them directly past
the gentleman on the bench. And when they came abreast of him, he rose
and lifted his hat at the very slight inclination of Miss Weir's head.
"How do you do, Miss Weir?" said he. "Quite a pleasant afternoon."
To the best of Hazel's knowledge, Mr. Andrew Bush was little given to
friendly recognition of his employees, particularly in public. But he
seemed inclined to be talkative; and, as she caught a slightly
inquiring glance at her escort, she made the necessary introduction.
So for a minute or two the three of them stood there exchanging polite
banalities. Then Mr. Bush bowed and passed on.
"He's one of the biggest guns in Granville, they say," Jack observed.
"I wouldn't mind having some of his business to handle. He started
with nothing, too, according to all accounts. Now, that's what I call
success."
"Oh, yes, in a business way he's a success," Hazel responded. "But
he's awfully curt most of the time around the office.
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