Sister Anne's eyes grew quite expressionless.

"I once lived near there," she said.

"In Harlem?"

"Not exactly in Harlem, but near it. I was quite young," said
Sister Anne. "Since then I have always lived in the country
or in--other places."

Sam's heart was singing with pleasure.

"It's so kind of you to consent," he cried. "Indeed, you are
the kindest person in all the world. I thought so when I saw
you bending over these sick people, and, now I know."

"It is you who are kind," protested Sister Anne, "to take
pity on me."

"Pity on you!" laughed Sam. "You can't pity a person who can
do more with a smile than old man Flagg can do with all his
millions. Now," he demanded in happy anticipation," where are
we to meet?"

"That's it," said Sister Anne. "Where are we to meet?"

"Let it be at the Grand Central Station. The day can't begin
too soon," said Sam; "and before then telephone me what
theatre and restaurants you want and I'll reserve seats and
tables. Oh," exclaimed Sam joyfully, "it will be a wonderful