was a star reporter, observed that the lady before him was
the most beautiful young woman he had ever seen; but no one
would have guessed that he observed that--least of all Sister
Anne. He stood in her way and lifted his hat, and even looked
into the eyes of blue as impersonally and as calmly as though
she were his great-aunt--as though his heart was not beating
so fast that it choked him.

"I am from the REPUBLIC," he said. "Everybody is so busy here
to-day that I'm not able to get what I need about the Home.
It seems a pity," he added disappointedly, "because it's so
well done that people ought to know about it." He frowned at
the big hospital buildings. It was apparent that the
ignorance of the public concerning their excellence greatly
annoyed him.

When again he looked at Sister Anne she was regarding him in
alarm--obviously she was upon the point of instant flight.

"You are a reporter?" she said.

Some people like to place themselves in the hands of a
reporter because they hope he will print their names in black
letters; a few others--only reporters know how few--would as
soon place themselves in the hands of a dentist.

"A reporter from the REPUBLIC," repeated Sam.

"But why ask ME?" demanded Sister Anne.