"If you should decide to stay on after that, what could I do to interest you?"
She lifted her brows in question.
"It's only the governor you're interested in—his fight, his success. I'm just the works inside his officialism."
"Like the stick inside the scarecrow," she smilingly assented.
"Exactly. Now will that scarecrow continue to interest you when he is set up in the gubernatorial field?"
"Depends on how the 'big stick' acts. I love a fight, you know."
"I see no peace ahead for me," he sighed.
"Better take it now," she said. "Look off there—peace like frozen music. Is there such a thing as a fight for governor, as Broadway, marionettes on a stage, turmoil and unrest? Bad cess to 'em, I'm going to bed," she ended abruptly.
"Good-night, Boy-Girl-Woman."
When her light was out he spoke through the open window: "Why don't you want to be intimate with me?"