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"Miss Frazer," he said, gruffly, "I make it a practice always to mind
my own business except when there's some reason for not minding it--
which is frequent."
"Yes, sir," she said, as he paused.
"Yes, sir. ... Yes, sir. What do YOU know about it? Come in and shut
the door. Come over here where I can look at you. What's the matter?
Ill? If you're sick what are you doing here? Home's the place for
you."
"I'm not ill, Mr. Lightener."
"Huh! ... I liked your looks--like 'em yet. Like everybody's looks
who works here, or I wouldn't have 'em. ... You're all right, I'll
bet a dollar--all RIGHT. ... You know young Foote got you your job
here?"
He saw the sudden intake of her breath as Bonbright's name was
mentioned. "Yes," she said, faintly.
"What about him?... Know him well? LIKE HIM?"
"I--I know him quite well, Mr. Lightener. Yes, I--like him."
"Trust him?"
She looked at him a moment before replying; then her chin lifted a
trifle and there came a glint into her eyes.


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