“You would give us Nagar’s room?”
“Nagar has the key to the whole house,” said Miss Claes.
Moments afterward, Pidge’s strong fingers closed over the hands of the other.
“No one can know how it hurts me—to think of Dicky——”
“He is with Nagar now.”
“Do you think—can it be possible that Nagar will help him—as you help me?”
“Nagar and the Little Man,” said Miss Claes.
XXV
“BE IT EVER SO HUMBLE”
THEY were ensconced in the two upper rooms. Pidge kept up her work at The Public Square, and did not come home for luncheon. She had told John Higgins of her marriage but the subject was not mentioned afterward. The old chief vanished for three days following the news, and when he came back there was a new dignity on his part for Pidge to cope with. She found her position a trifle uncentered. His old stenographer took his letters, and he wrote his editorials on his own machine as aforetime. John Higgins said little, but found flaws in her judgments that had not appeared before. He no longer risked availing himself of her entire equipment; this change being apparently on the basis that he dare not get used to it all over again. He seemed to hold the idea that it was only a question of days at most before a married woman would forget place and town entirely and rush off to pick up pieces of wool and thread for a nest.