noon
on Saturdays
If Evan had been crooked , instead of turkey-dressing and home-scenes he would have been thinking of the money within his grasp . As it was , the filthy lucre never entered his head . He did think of the double responsibility , and it made him proud ; but that was the extent of his money speculations . While he sat in the acting-manager 's chair dreaming of home and wondering why he had not written Frankie a letter this week , a gentle tap came to the front door of the bank , which was always locked at noon on Saturdays . Evan peeked out to ascertain whether or not it was a customer who could be avoided . A bright eye met the bare spot in the frosted glass he was utilizing , and with a laugh he opened the door . `` Mr. Nelson , '' said Lily , blushing ; `` I beg your pardon , but could you let me have a little mucilage ? ''