His black hair was thrown carelessly back from a
broad white forehead, while his mouth and chin were concealed under a
full dark beard. His eyes, of the same dusky hue, peered keenly through
glasses.
"Professor, here I have mine leetle vriend, Mees Sara Olmstead; and zis,
Mees Sara, ees ze good man with whom you do vork, Professor Macon."
The professor and his new assistant shook hands, while the latter felt
she herself was being classified and labelled by those penetrating orbs.
"I'm happy to meet Miss Olmstead; pray be seated. Don't hurry away,
Professor Grandet; can't you sit down a while, also?"
"Not zis morning, t'anks; I haf mooch to do. Well, Mees, I leaves you in
good hands; _au revoir._"
"Good-morning; and thank you," said Sara timidly.
"Thou art mos' velcome; adieu!" and with a flourish of his hat he was
gone.
"You may take off your wraps in here, if you please, Miss Olmstead,"
said Professor Macon, leading the way to a small cloak-room; then, as
she returned unbonneted, he pointed to the desk near his own.
"This is your place, and for this morning your work will be labelling
these specimens. When you are the least uncertain about one, speak to
me, please. You will find everything needed before you.
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