"Did you ever see anybody improve the way that child
has!" she exclaimed. "I declare, Bibbs, sometimes lately you look
right handsome!"
"He's got to be such a gadabout," Edith giggled.
"I found something of his on the floor up-stairs this morning, before
anybody was up," said Sheridan. "I reckon if people lose things in
this house and expect to get 'em back, they better get up as soon as
I do."
"What was it he lost?" asked Edith.
"He knows!" her father returned. "Seems to me like I forgot to bring
it home with me. I looked it over--thought probably it was something
pretty important, belongin' to a busy man like him." He affected to
search his pockets. "What DID I do with it, now? Oh yes! Seems to
me like I remember leavin' it down at the office--in the waste-
basket."
"Good place for it," Bibbs murmured, still red.
Sheridan gave him a grin. "Perhaps pretty soon you'll be gettin' up
early enough to find things before I do!"
It was a threat, and Bibbs repeated the substance of it, later in the
evening, to Mary Vertrees--they had come to know each other that well.
"My time's here at last," he said, as they sat together in the
melancholy gas-light of the room which had been denuded of its piano.
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