"What's that?"
"I've done it before; I can do it again."
Joe laughed softly.
"Miss Sally, what would I do without you? I'd go stale on life, I think."
She made an impulsive movement toward him.
"Mr. Joe."
"Yes?"
"I want to help you—every way."
"I know you do." His voice was a little husky, and he looked up and met her fine, clear eyes.
Then she turned away, sadly.