"Myra," he leaned over, "do just this one thing for me."
"I will!" she breathed.
He led her in through his room, and knocked softly.
"Mother!"
"Yes," came a clear, wide-awake voice. "I'm awake, Joe."
"Here's Myra. May she stay with you?"
"Good!"
Myra went in, but turned.
"Joe," she said, tremulously, "you're not going to stay up with that committee?"
"They need me, Myra."