"Does it?" asked Enoch quickly. "Why?"
"Because—" here Diana hesitated and looked from Enoch's stern lips to his blue eyes.
"Yes, go on, do!" urged Enoch. "For heaven's, sake, treat me as if I were a human being and not—"
It was his turn to hesitate.
"Not the Washington Monument?" suggested Diana.
Enoch laughed. "Am I as bad as that?" he asked.
Diana nodded. "Very nearly! Nevertheless, for some reason I don't understand, I've had the feeling that you would like the pictures and get what I was driving at, better than any one."
"Thank you," said Enoch slowly. "I do like them. So much so that I wish that I might own them, instead of the Indian Bureau. The President, to-day, told me the Indian Bureau ought to buy them. And also, he asked me to bring you to see him to-morrow."
A sudden flush made roses in Diana's beautifully modeled cheeks.
"Did he! Mr. Huntingdon, how am I ever going to thank you?"