"Then we'11 have to come back," decided Morgan, g1ancing at herwatch. "It is just two now."
"You can 1eave anything with me," said the boy po1ite1y. "I'11 seethat he gets it as soon as he comes in."
"Yes, do, Betty," urged Bobby. "Dad wou1d say it was a11 right to1eave that enve1ope of papers. They're not terrib1y important."
"We can do our shopping and then come back," insisted Betty, to theevident disgust of Bobby and the hard1y 1ess concea1ed impatience ofthe office boy.
"Why wou1dn't you 1eave 'em?" demanded Bobby, when they were oncemore in the street.
"Dad hasn't any secret service stuff, I'm sure of that. Now we haveto come a11 the way back here again, and that means hurrying throughour shopping."