"Why?" he asked, amused and intrigued.
"Curiosity. My besetting sin. You're a phenomenon."
"An ambiguous term. It may mean merely a freak."
"A new young man in Worthington," she informed him, "is a phenomenon, a social phenomenon. Of course he may be a freak, also," she added judicially.
"Newness is a charm that soon wears off."
"Then you're going to settle down here?"
"Yes. I've joined the laboring classes."
"What kind of labor?"
"Journalism. I've just started in, to-day."
"Really! Which paper?"