Disturbed by her discovery, and, in a measure, disconcerted, Wyeth concentrated himself upon the demonstration of the book to a creditable degree that morning; and, one by one, with his voice and look charged with dynamite, he secured those black people's orders, and the deposit wherever they had the amount available. Miss Palmer merely followed him, insisting upon the point of authorship, until, with a touch of impatience, he admonished her that their purpose, on that occasion, was to sell the book, the author, therefore, insofar as they were concerned, was a matter of secondary consideration. "Going to be angry with me so soon?" she pined, looking into his eyes with a feigned appeal. In spite of himself, he smiled back disconcertedly. "You are the author, though, aren't you?" she asked softly. He ignored the question. "We have eleven orders, and have collected a dollar and seventy-five cents, in exactly an hour and a half," she informed him, at the end of that time. "Whether you _did_ or did _not_ write this book--say what you will, I'm convinced you did--you _do_ know how to sell it. I never heard a man talk so fast and so effectively in my life!" "I must leave you now," he said. "I have agreed to be back in town for the afternoon, and help start my young friend." "Please don't leave me," she whispered artfully, and smiled in her winning way, then suddenly hurried into the next house. * * * * * "Thought you had quit me for good, Books," complained young Hatfield, when he saw Wyeth, on his return to the city. "When we goin' out?" "As soon as I have fed my face, and the car will take us to--where, or what is that place you spoke of? Where the girls work in service?" "South Highlands," he replied. They followed the street until they came to the main street, or rather, to one of the main streets, and caught a car from the front end, that took them to the North Highlands, and not to the South, as they were accustomed to go. "You'll have to pay carfare back, Books," said Hatfield. "I have only fifteen cents left." "Go right over to where you see that girl, that little colored girl standing on the steps that lead to the rear, and tell her the tale of _The Tempest_, and get her order," said Wyeth, when at last they had come to the right place. "I thought I would go along with you this afternoon," he said with a frown, but obeyed the command, nevertheless. Two hours later, Sidney found him where they had left each other. "What have you done?" he asked holding back a frown, because he felt the student had succumbed to a lack of confidence; but he was cheered in a degree, when the other replied: "I got four, how many did you get?" "Eight," and they went on their way rejoicing. CHAPTER THREE _"I Have BEEN Married," Said She_