`` You can go home if you like , '' said the Story Girl scornfully . `` But I am going to see Mr. Campbell . I know I can manage him . But if I have to go alone , and he gives me anything , I 'll keep it all for my own collection , mind you . '' That settled it . We were not going to let the Story Girl get ahead of us in the manner of collecting . Mr. Campbell 's housekeeper ushered us into his parlour and left us . Presently Mr. Campbell himself was standing in the doorway , looking us over . We took heart of grace . It seemed to be one of his good days , for there was a quizzical smile on his broad , clean-shaven , strongly-featured face . Mr. Campbell was a tall man , with a massive head , well thatched with thick , black hair , gray-streaked . He had big , black eyes , with many wrinkles around them , and a thin , firm , long-lipped mouth . We thought him handsome , for an old man . His gaze wandered over us with uncomplimentary indifference until it fell on the Story Girl , leaning back in an arm-chair . She looked like a slender red lily in the unstudied grace of her attitude . A spark flashed into Mr. Campbell 's black eyes . `` Is this a Sunday School deputation ? '' he inquired rather ironically . `` No . We have come to ask a favour of you , '' said the Story Girl .
The magic of her voice worked its will XXXXX Mr. Campbell , as on all others .
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