Jane flushed—hesitated—then met his glance frankly. "I WAS," said she.
"WAS?"
"I mean that I'm over it," said she. "What have you decided to do about me?"
Charlton did not answer immediately. He eyed her narrowly—an examination which she withstood well. Then he glanced away and seemed to be reflecting. Finally he came back to her question. Said he:
"To give you a trial. To find out whether you'll do."
She drew a long sigh of relief.
"Didn't you guess?" he went on, smilingly, nodding his round, prize-fighter head at her. "Those suggestions about bed and breakfast—they were by way of a beginning."
"You must give me a lot to do," urged she. "I mustn't have a minute of idle time."
He laughed. "Trust me," he said.
While Jane was rescuing her property from her brother and was safeguarding it against future attempts by him, or by any of that numerous company whose eyes are ever roving in search of the most inviting of prey, the lone women with baggage—while Jane was thus occupied, David Hull was, if possible, even busier and more absorbed. He was being elected governor. His State was being got ready to say to the mayor of Remsen City, "Well done, good and faithful servant. Thou hast been faithful over a few things; I will make thee ruler over many."