“ThinkILLofyou？“criedOldGrannis，“thinkILLofyou？Why，youdon’tknow——youhavenoidea——alltheseyears——livingsoclosetoyou，I——I——“hepausedsuddenly。
Itseemedtohimasifthebeatingofhisheartwaschokinghim。
“Ithoughtyouwerebindingyourbooksto-night，“saidMissBaker，suddenly，“andyoulookedtired。IthoughtyoulookedtiredwhenIlastsawyou，andacupoftea，youknow，it——that——thatdoesyousomuchgoodwhenyou’retired。Butyouweren’tbindingbooks。“
“No，no，“returnedOldGrannis，drawingupachairandsittingdown。“No，I——thefactis，I’vesoldmyapparatus；
afirmofbooksellershasboughttherightsofit。“