There'll be no trouble--from the Rodaines!" She came a little closer to him then and looked up at him with trustful eyes, all the brighter in the spluttering light of the carbide.
"Thank you--it seems that I 'm always thanking you.

I was afraid--I did n't know where to go--to whom to turn.

I thought of you.

I knew you 'd help me--women can guess those things." "Can they ?" Fairchild asked it eagerly.

"Then you 've guessed all along that--" But she smiled and cut in.
"I want to thank you for those flowers.