"Only for what it brings in."
"What does it bring in?"
"Six dollars a week."
The young man smiled. "Never mind," he said; "eat your soup."
It did her good, that soup. It was strong and very hot. It put heart into her. When she had finished, he laughed gleefully.
"It's all very well to talk about rice-powder, and cucumber-cream, and beauty-sleeps, but all you needed to make you look perfectly lovely was a cup of soup. That scarf's becoming to you, too."
She blushed happily. She had lost all fear of him.
"What are you pinching yourself for?" he asked.
"To see if I'm awake."
"You are," he said, "wide awake. Take my word for it, and I hope you're having a good time."