Still, she owned a fine quality of firmness.
"Come in here.

I want to have it out with you, and be done," she said, and turned to open the door.
"Sounds bad, but I'm yours to command," Luck retorted cheerfully, and went up the steps still smiling.

He liked the Little Doctor.

She was his kind of woman.

He felt that she would make a good pal, and he knew how few women are qualified for open comradeship.