"They call it Assistant Secretary of the State Department of Charities."
He looked astonished; she had no idea his face could take on so much expression.
"You! You! Why, how on earth did you get such a position?"
"Pull," said Sharlee.
Their eyes met, and she laughed him down.
"Who is the real Secretary to whom you are assistant?"
"The nicest man in the world. Mr. Dayne—Rev. George Dayne."
"A parson! Does he know anything about his subject? Is he an expert?—a trained relief worker? Does he know Willoughby? And Smathers? And Conant?"
"Knows them by heart. Quotes pages of them at a time in his letters without ever glancing at the books."
"And you?"