"Won't you come in? Maybe you're not going to go just yet."
He entered and she thought that as he glanced at Hepburn, who did not look up, his eyes danced with a flicker of delight.
"I don't know as I can stay, ma'am. I told your foreman a little while ago that I'd be going. Somebody's got to go, and it may as well be one as another."
"Don't you think my wishes should be consulted?" she asked.
He twirled his hat, looking at her with a half smile.
"This is your outfit, ma'am. I should think your wishes ought to go, but it won't do for you to start in with more trouble than's necessary."
"But if I want you and Mr. Hepburn wants you, where is the chance for trouble? You do want him, don't you, Mr. Hepburn?"
The older man looked up with a forced grin.
"Bless you, Miss Hunter, yes! Why, Tom, the only reason I thought we might as well part was because I figured you'd be discontented here."
"Now! You see, your employer wants you and your foreman wants you. What more can you ask?" the girl exclaimed, facing Beck.