So long." Henry took a book into Miss Drury's room.

"Here's something that was sent to me personally," said he, "but treat it as you think it deserves." She looked up with a suggestion of a smile.

"Are you willing to trust the reputation of your friends to me ?" she asked.
"I am at least willing to let you take charge of their vanity." "Oh, am I so good a keeper of vanity ?" "No, you are so gentle an exterminator of it." "Thank you," she said, laughing.

Her hair seemed ready to break from its fastenings, and she gave it those deft touches of security which are mysterious to man, but which a little girl practices on a doll.
"You have wonderful hair," he said.
And she answered: "I'm going to cut it off." This is woman's almost invariable reply to such a compliment.

Henry knew that she would say it, and she knew that she would not cut it off, and they both laughed.
"How did you happen to get into newspaper work ?" he asked.
Her face became serious.