"Yes, if I can help."
"And you want to help me? I wonder if I'm worth it."
"Yes, I wouldn't bother if you weren't."
"And how do you know I'm worth it?"
"It's my business to know," she said.
Jerry sent the car spinning joyously down a fine stretch of straight empty road. And then when he had reduced the car to a slower pace,
"You know, Una," he laughed, "you do take charge of a fellow, don't you?"
"You need 'mothering'," she smiled.
"Or sistering. I wish I had a sister like you. Fellows ought to have sisters, anyway. People ought to be born in pairs, male and female."
She laughed and then with sudden seriousness: