"He is with me, I think," she admitted.
"Yes, yes, of course—so we all are," he cried, with a smile. "But you have not accepted his love?"
"No."
"I thought you had better sense. I'll change my order at your suggestion."
"I knew you would," she cried, joyfully.
Wolf sat down at his desk and wrote:
"Comrade Norman Worth is transferred from the field to the foundry, with permission, after his day's work, to employ his time in the shops perfecting any invention in which he may be interested.
"Wolf—Regent."
He handed the order to Barbara.
"Take this to the youngster and tell him I did it at your suggestion, and hereafter give him a wide berth if you wish to be friendly with me."