In the evening Pennoyer conducted Florinda to the flat of many fire-escapes.

After a period of silent tramping through the great golden avenue and the street that was being repaired, she said, "Penny, you are very good to me." "Why ?" said Pennoyer.
"Oh, because you are.

You--you are very good to me, Penny." "Well, I guess I'm not killing myself." "There isn't many fellows like you." "No ?" "No.

There isn't many fellows like you, Penny.

I tell you 'most everything, and you just listen, and don't argue with me and tell me I'm a fool, because you know that it--because you know that it can't be helped, anyhow." "Oh, nonsense, you kid! Almost anybody would be glad to----" "Penny, do you think she is very beautiful ?" Florinda's voice had a singular quality of awe in it.
"Well," replied Pennoyer, "I don't know." "Yes, you do, Penny.