"
"Just what will you do now that you have lost that job, Miss
Macklin?" Tunis asked abruptly.
"Oh, after I am rested, I will go home!"
He had a sudden flash of the memory of that stark lodging house
where Ida May Bostwick lived, and he felt assured this girl's home
could be no better. But he did not mention this thought.
"I did not mean it just that way," he told her, smiling. "First you
and I will go and get supper somewhere. I did not half finish mine,
and you have had none at all."
"I don't know about that," she interposed. "It is generous of you.
But ought I to accept?"
"You need not question that. We are going to be friends, Miss
Macklin. Is it necessary for me to bring you references?"
"It may be necessary for me to obtain a sponsor," she said, quite
seriously. "You do not know a thing about me, Captain Latham."
"You know nothing about me, except what I have told you." And he
laughed.
"And what I read in your countenance," she said soberly.
He grinned at her, but rather ruefully.
"I never knew my thoughts were advertised in my face."
"Oh, no! Not that! But your character is. Otherwise I would not be
sitting here with you."
"I guess that's all right then," he declared with satisfaction.
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