The author felt the thrill of a creator. She went on:
"I wish every working-girl in New York could read this."
"So do I."
She turned and looked at him, more and more excited.
"So this is what you're doing. I must pinch myself—it's all a dream!
Too good to be true."
Suddenly there seemed to be a reversal in their relationships. Before, his end of the beam was down, hers up. But subtly in her voice he felt the swing to the other extreme. She had set him in a realm above herself.
"Tell me," she said, "just how you came to go into this."
He told her a little, and as he spoke he became thoroughly at his ease with her, as if she were a man, and in the pleasure of their swift comradeship they could laugh at each other.
"Mr. Blaine," she said, suddenly, "if I got you into this, it's up to me to help you win. I'm going to turn into an agent for you—I'll make 'em subscribe right and left."
Joe laughed at her.