Judy gives the curtain a final pat and gets down from the ladder. She says she's got to hurry home and help her mother get dinner.
"Will you come back for a while after dinner and help me fix up that drawing room, Judy?" I says, in desperation.
"Of course, for a little while," she says, "if you want me to."
"If I want you to?" I says, advancing the bit closer. "Judy, I don't want you never to be away from me! I"
"Gale—I—really, I must run, I'm late now!" she butts in.
But why does she look away from me and blush again? I don't know. I know she beat it and after she left, why, that swell drawing room with all the statues and classy furniture and rugs a yard thick, was just a empty empty room to me!
The best part of my new residence to me was the library and that's where I put in most of my time. It had every kind of book in the world in it and I just read the print off 'em, no fooling. Books is one thing I can't get enough of and I go on regular reading jags, you might say, taking my fill of fiction, history, essays, poetry, biography, science, etc etc and even etc. Of course, there's a whole lot of these books which is miles over my head, being filled with thoughts and words which is beyond me. So I hired what is known as a tooter. This was a nice old man by the name of Prof. Simms which used to be one of Judy's teachers at Drew City Prep, but in spite of all his knowledge he
