"Of course," cried Clayton, encouragingly. "And I want to help you all I can."
Martha turned her large eyes toward him appealingly.
"Then why don't you come to see me oftener?" she asked softly.
"That wasn't in the agreement," smiled Clayton. "And I hardly thought you'd have any time for a mere man."
"After all you've done for me, it would be strange if I didn't take time for you," replied Martha. Clayton shifted uneasily as she spoke.
"That sounds like 'Thank you, sir,'" he said.
"And I have to stop work sometimes, to eat," added Martha, maliciously, and glancing at him as though trying to convey a subtle hint. "And I hate to eat alone. I hate to eat dinner at Aunt Jane's all the time. I've wanted to go out to dinner so many times since I've been in New York, but I never had any one invite me, until to-day."
"Hm! That's the cause of the row with Aunt Jane?"
"She didn't like the idea."
"Some masculine admirer, of course?"