It was not the smile of happiness. He did not know it because, being blind, he could not know. It was the happiness of work—achievement.
He came in smiling. “Why are you so much happier than last week?”
“Would you really like to know?” she said, looking him frankly in the eyes.
He touched her hair playfully. She moved her head and shook it warningly.
“It is because I am at work and father is trying so hard to reform.”
“I thought maybe it was because you had found out how much I love you.”
It was his old, stereotyped, brazen way, but she did not know it and blushed prettily.
“You are kind, Mr. Travis, but—but that mustn't be thought of. Please, but I wish you wouldn't talk that way.”
“Why, it is true, my queen—of The Gaffs?” he said smiling.
She began to work again.