Norman burst into laughter.
"I'm sure we will!" he answered. "All I require is industry, patience, wisdom, tact, knowledge, sacrifice, absolute obedience, and a joyous desire to assume full responsibility for my mistakes!"
"All of which will come to me," she responded, with mock gravity. "Permit me!"
She led him to the chair she had placed beside the table, and poured a cup of coffee for him.
Norman watched her with keen enjoyment. "I've never seen you in this mood before," he said, quietly.
"You like it?"
"Beyond words! I'm afraid I'll wake up directly and find I'm dreaming. I'm sure now, when I look into your eyes, sparkling with fun, that you are a flower nymph, and that your home has always been a rose bower on the sunny slope of a southern hillside."
"Perhaps I'm just teasing you. Perhaps I won't work," she said, glancing at him from the corners of her brown eyes.
"Then you'll find it a serious joke," he answered, firmly. "Resignations are not in order. You have chosen your profession. As general manager I have given my approval. That settles it, doesn't it?"
"If you are pleased, yes," she answered, gravely.