"Dick!" shouted Udell. Crash went the overturned stool, and, "Yes Sir," answered the young man, with a very red face, struggling to his feet. A merry light danced in the brown eyes, though the girlish countenance was serious enough. Udell looked at his assistant in mingled wonder and amusement. "What's the matter, Dick?" he asked, as the latter came toward him. "Nothing, Sir--I only--I was--" he looked around in confusion at the overturned stool, and the type on the floor. "Yes, I see you were," said his employer with a chuckle. "Miss Goodrich, this is Mr. Falkner; perhaps he can help us out of our difficulty. Mr. Falkner is just from Kansas City," he added, "and is up in all the latest things in printing." "Oh yes," and Amy's eyes showed their interest. "You see, Mr. Falkner, we are trying to select a cover design for this little book. Mr. Udell has suggested several, but we cannot come to any decision as to just the proper one. Which would you choose?" Dick's embarrassment left him at once when a matter of work was to be considered. "This would be my choice," he said, selecting a design. "I like that too," said the young lady; "but you see it is not _just_ what I want;" and she looked not a little worried, for above all things, Miss Goodrich liked things _just_ as she liked them; and besides, this was _such_ an important matter. "I'll tell you what," said Dick. "If you'll let me, and Mr. Udell does not object, I'll set up a cover for you to-night after supper." "O, indeed, you must not think of it," said Amy. "But I would enjoy it," he answered. "You need to rest after your day's work," she replied; "and besides, it would be so much trouble for you to come way down here in the night. No, you need not mind; this will do very well." "But we often work after hours, and I--I--do not live far from here," said Dick. "What do you think, Mr. Udell?" "I am sure, Miss Goodrich, that Mr. Falkner would enjoy the work, for we printers have a good bit of pride in that kind of thing you know, and, as he says, we often work after supper. I think you might let him do it, without too great a feeling of obligation." After some further talk, the matter was finally settled as he had suggested, and Dick went back to his work; as he picked up his overturned stool, he heard the door close and then Udell stood beside him, with a broad grin on his face. "Well, I'll be shot," ejaculated the printer, "I've seen fellows take a tumble before, but hang me if I ever saw a man so completely kerflummuxed. Great shade of the immortal Benjamin F--! But you were a sight--must be you're not used to the ladies. Seemed all right though when you got your legs under you and your mouth agoing. What in time ailed you anyway?" "Who is she?" asked Dick, ignoring the other's laughter, and dodging his question.