“Yes, she did. She told me he was sendin’ her back. Say; do you know her?”
“Yes, slightly.”
“Then you know that she’d believe Satan if he smiled on her. I’d like to know that she’s in good hands. That’s what I’d like to know.”
Irving Bruce smiled upon Miss Hickey, a bright light in his eyes.
“Do you see the thin-faced lady over there, the one with the brown waist?” he asked.
“Sure. The hatchet-faced one.”
“Miss Vincent is in her hands,” said Irving; “and they’re the best hands in the world.”
He rose.
“Well, believe me, I’m glad to hear it,” was the hearty response.
Irving smiled upon Rosalie’s friend again, and gave her a tip which not only supplied her with candy for weeks to come, but gave her food for thought as well.