"And still think it's worth while?"
"The only worth-while thing I've ever done; more worth while every day. So much worth while that I'm made over from the heart out and I've been here less than a month!"
"After taking a bottle of your bitters I am now able to support my husband and children," he quoted ironically.
"Laugh if you must,"—with a lift of her shoulders. "I mean it."
"You get along with the men, Jane?"
"Very well so far. They're fine, real, honest men. I like them all. There are some things I don't quite understand yet," examining a finger nail closely. "I haven't made up my mind that my foreman can be trusted or that he's as honest as he seems to be."
"The fellow who was with you yesterday?"
"No; Dad Hepburn. An older man. He.... He seems to evade me some times."
Hilton watched her closely. She was one of the few women he knew who had been able to judge men; he made a mental note of the name she had mentioned.
The talk became desultory and Dick's eyes clung more closely to Jane's face, their hard, bright light accentuated. It began to rain and Jane, hearing, looked out.