"Let him get angry, then," and Betty gave her head a slight toss. "I
don't care for angry men. If I can match Jim Goban, I guess I can
handle any man who comes here. Leave that to me, and don't you worry.
I'm going to do a little exploring, anyway. I want to see what's in
that other room. Ah, just what I thought," she continued, when she had
opened the door and entered. "It's the bed-room, and the bed is not
made. That shows all right that a man lives here. A woman would never
think of going away and leaving the bed like that. I'm going to open
the window and air the room. Men always keep the windows shut tight,
and the house gets so stuffy. There, that's better," she panted, as
after some difficulty she forced the window up. "I'm going to make up
that bed just as soon as I get the fire going."

There was a box full of dry wood behind the stove, and soon she had a
fire burning brightly. She next partly filled a small kettle with
water and set it upon the stove.

"You had better take off your wet coat," she suggested to David.
"You'll get your death of cold if you keep it on much longer."

"Can't I help you?" the old man inquired, as he stood watching with
admiration the girl's light step and the skilful way she did
everything. There was a longing in his eyes as well, for he wanted to
be of some use but did not know how.

"Yes, you can help me," and Betty smiled upon him, "by taking that coat
off and sitting down upon that nice cosy place near the stove. It was
certainly made for comfort, and the man who owns this building must
spend his evenings there. What a lot of books he has. He must read a