also found himself compelled to say that the book was in the possession of a gentleman who had had it for some time—all the time it had been out, in fact— and had not yet finished it.

At this the young lady seemed somewhat nettled.

“Is it not against the rules for any person to keep one book out so long?” she asked.

“No,” said Mr. Tolman. “I have looked into that. Our rules are very simple, and merely say that a book may be renewed by the payment of a certain sum.”

“Then I am never to have it?” remarked the young lady.

“Oh, I wouldn’t despair about it,” said Mr. Tolman. “He has not had time to reflect upon the matter. He is a reasonable young man, and I believe that he will be willing to give up his study of the book for a time, and let you take it.”

“No,” said she, “I don’t wish that. If he is studying, as you say he is, day and night, I do not wish to interrupt him. I should want the book at least a month, and that, I suppose, would upset his course of study entirely. But I do not think any one should begin in a circulating library to study a book that will take him a year to finish; for, from what you say, it will take this gentleman at least that time to finish Dormstock’s book.” And so she went her way.

When P. Glascow heard all this in the evening, he was very grave. He had evidently been reflecting.

“It is not fair,” said he. “I ought not to keep the book so long. I now give it up for a while. You may let her have it when she comes.” And he put the “Dormstock” on the counter, and went and sat down by the stove.

Mr. Tolman was grieved. He knew the night druggist had done right, but still he was sorry for him. “What will you do?” he asked. “Will you stop your studies?”

“Oh no!” said Glascow, gazing solemnly into the stove. “I will take up some other books on the diapason which I have, and will so keep my ideas fresh on the subject until this lady is done with the book. I do not really believe she will study it very long.” And then he added: “If it is all the same to you, I will come around here and read, as I have been doing, until you shall get a regular assistant.”

Mr. Tolman would be delighted to have him come, he said. He had entirely given up the idea of getting an assistant; but this he did not say.

It was some time before the lady came back, and Mr. Tolman was afraid she was not coming at all. But she did come, and asked for Miss Burney’s Evelina. She smiled when she named the book, and said that she believed she would have to take a novel after all, and she had always wanted to read that one.

“I wouldn’t take a novel if I were you,” said Mr. Tolman; and he triumphantly took down the “Dormstock” and laid it before her.

She was evidently much pleased, but when he told her of Mr. Glascow’s gentlemanly conduct in the matter, her countenance instantly changed.

“Not at all,” said she, laying down the book; “I will not break up his study. I will take the Evelina, if you please.”

And as no persuasion from Mr. Tolman had any effect upon her, she went away with Miss Burney’s novel in her muff.