"Fifteen."
"Well," said Joe, "I want a woman's department in the paper. Will you handle it for fifteen a week?"
"But you don't know me!"
"Well," said Joe, "I'm willing to gamble on you."
Sally's low voice loosed exultation.
"You're a wonder, Mr. Blaine. I'll do it! But we're both plumb crazy."
"I know it," said Joe, "and I like it!"
They shook hands.
"Come over to-morrow and meet my mother!" He gave her the address.
"Good-by," she said. "And let me tell you, I'm simply primed for woman stuff. It is the women"—she repeated the phrase slowly—"it is the women, as you'll find, who bear the burden of the world! Good-by!"