But once in a while, when the house needs paintin', or the doctor bills are up, or his oldest kid wants a bicycle, he jumps out an' makes fifty or a hundred bucks before some of the clubs.

I want you to meet him when it comes handy.

He's some boy I'm tellin' you.

But it did make me sick that night." Again the harshness and anger were in his face, and Saxon amazed herself by doing unconsciously what women higher in the social scale have done with deliberate sincerity.

Her hand went out impulsively to his holding the lines, resting on top of it for a moment with quick, firm pressure.
Her reward was a smile from lips and eyes, as his face turned toward her.
"Gee!" he exclaimed.