"I must," was all she would say.
"Is it wages? Hours? Are you overworked?" To each question she shook her head. "I consider you very valuable to us. I have thought of asking you to come to the city office."
She looked up at him eagerly. "Oh, let me come!"
"Then there is some friction here?"
She looked down, blushing. "No friction."
"One question only, Miss Jenks. Is it Mr. Wayne?"
She nodded; Mather took his seat. Then she took a step nearer to him, looking to see if he were angry. "Don't be put out with him. He—I—it's nothing, Mr. Mather."
"So I should suppose," he answered grimly.
"Mr. Mather," she said suddenly, "when I worked for you here I got to think of you almost as an older brother. Don't be offended." She made a little gesture of one thin hand. "I have no mother. May I ask you if I am doing right?"