on a fellow's socks and mufflers round his neck." His eyes looked
remarkably bright.

"If a person were taking care of the whole world, he'd have a lot to
do," was her sedate reception of the remark. "You'd better put that
twice round your neck, Mr. Tembarom."

She put up her hand to draw the end of the scarf over his shoulder,
and Tembarom stood still at once, as though he were a little boy
being dressed for school. He looked down at her round cheek, and
watched one of the unexpected dimples reveal itself in a place where
dimples are not usually anticipated. It was coming out because she
was smiling a small, observing smile. It was an almost exciting thing
to look at, and he stood very still indeed. A fellow who did not own
two pairs of boots would be a fool not to keep quiet.

"You haven't told me I oughtn't to go out till the blizzard lets up,"
he said presently.

"No, I haven't, Mr. Tembarom," she answered. "You're one of the kind
that mean to do a thing when they've made up their minds. It'll be a
nice bit of money if you can keep the page."

"Galton said he'd give me a chance to try to make good," said
Tembarom. "And if it's the hit he thinks it ought to be, he'll raise
me ten. Thirty per. Vanastorbilts won't be in it. I think I'll get
married," he added, showing all his attractive teeth at once.

"I wouldn't do that," she said. "It wouldn't be enough to depend on.
New York's an expensive place."