He turned to Nicolay, his secretary:
"Get my carriage, find her, and bring her to me. I want to see her."
Betty's eyes were still red when she walked into his office.
He sprang to his feet, and with long strides met her. He grasped her hand in both his and pressed it tenderly.
"So it's you!" he whispered.
Betty nodded.
"My little Cabinet comforter——"
"I'm afraid I'll be no good to-day," she faltered.
"Then I'll cheer you," he cried. "I just wanted to thank the woman who's been standing behind a lemonade counter through this desolate day giving her time, her money, and her soul to our discouraged boys——"
"And you are not discouraged?" Betty asked pathetically.