O'Day took Matt's sizing with a troubled eye, then clenched his teeth.
O'Day squinted his eyes, his lips moving in silent calculation.
"And it's the same to-day," echoed Kelsey, taking the book from O'Day's hand, to keep the leaves from buckling.
"No, suh; much obliged, but I ain't got only a minute to stay," said O'Day.
He had now taken in the width of O'Day's shoulders and the length of his forearm.
"'Tain't no gift of money, or nothin' like that," O'Day hastened to explain.
Couldn't you bring her down here once in a while, Mr. O'Day?
At the sound of O'Day's step the occupant lifted his head and peered out.
O'Day had fooled them with this new vision, just as he had bewitched them by the glamour of the decorated room.
"Nat talks too much, Mr. O'Day," he piped in a high-keyed voice.
