Hewouldprepareforhisluncheonofdrybreadandwater.Hewouldsliceintoaloaf--ah! MissMarthablushed.Wouldhethinkofthehandthatplaceditthereasheate?Wouldhe-- Thefrontdoorbelljangledviciously.Somebodywascomingin,makingagreatdealofnoise. MissMarthahurriedtothefront.Twomenwerethere.Onewasayoungmansmokingapipe--amanshehadneverseenbefore.Theotherwasherartist. Hisfacewasveryred,hishatwasonthebackofhishead,hishairwaswildlyrumpled.HeclinchedhistwofistsandshookthemferociouslyatMissMartha.AtMissMartha. "Dummkopf!"heshoutedwithextremeloudness;andthen"Tausendonfer!"orsomethinglikeitinGerman. Theyoungmantriedtodrawhimaway. "Ivillnotgo,"hesaidangrily,"elseIshalltoldher." HemadeabassdrumofMissMartha'scounter. "Youhafshpoiltme,"hecried,hisblueeyesblazingbehindhisspectacles."Ivilltellyou.Youvasvonmeddingsomeoldcat!" MissMarthaleanedweaklyagainsttheshelvesandlaidonehandonherblue-dottedsilkwaist.Theyoungmantooktheotherbythecollar. "Comeon,"hesaid,"you'vesaidenough."Hedraggedtheangryoneoutatthedoortothesidewalk,andthencameback. "Guessyououghttobetold,ma'am,"hesaid,"whattherowisabout.That'sBlumberger.He'sanarchitecturaldraftsman.Iworkinthesameofficewithhim." He'sbeenworkinghardforthreemonthsdrawingaplanforanewcityhall.Itwasaprizecompetition.Hefinishedinkingthelinesyesterday. Youknow,adraftsmanalwaysmakeshisdrawinginpencilfirst.Whenit'sdoneherubsoutthepencillineswithhandfulsofstalebreadcrumbs.That'sbetterthanIndiarubber." Blumberger'sbeenbuyingthebreadhere.Well,to-day--well,youknow,ma'am,thatbutterisn't--well,Blumberger'splanisn'tgoodforanythingnowexcepttocutupintorailroadsandwiches." MissMarthawentintothebackroom.Shetookofftheblue-dottedsilkwaistandputontheoldbrownsergesheusedtowear. Thenshepouredthequinceseedandboraxmixtureoutofthewindowintotheashcan.