"It must be very wonderful to care for any one like that," said Jane, respectfully. The girl looked at her with quick suspicion, but her eyes were entirely honest. "What is he like, this Jerry person?" Ethel relaxed a little and the tensest lines smoothed out of her face. "Well ..." she took her time to it, sorting and choosing her words, "he's not good-looking, but he looks--_good_." Jane nodded understandingly. "I know. I know people like that." "Handsome men ... you can't trust 'em...." A look of wintry reminiscence came into her eyes for an instant. "I think more of Jerry than--than anybody, ever. I can't remember my folks. They died when I was just a little thing. My sister Irene, well, I guess she meant all right, only, she was so awful proper, always. She was always scared to talk about--things. I never knew _any_thing till I knew--_every_thing!" A small shiver went over her at that and she was still for a moment. "But Jerry!" Her mouth was young and soft again on that word. "He's different from anything I ever thought a man could be. He's almost like a girl, some ways. You know, I mean just as nice and comfortable to talk to and be with." She kept her gaze on Jane's warmly comprehending face, now. "And he's awful smart, too. The firm wants to send him to the branch store in Rochester and put him in charge of Gent's Furnishings. I guess I'd like to live there ... where everybody'd be strange. Jerry, he don't know where I live. I never let him bring me clear home. Mrs. Richards--she's the matron--she says he'll find out about me some day and hate me, but he won't find out. Nobody knows except Irene and the people here,--and nobody'd be mean enough to just go and tattle to him,--would they?" "Oh, I don't believe any one would, intentionally. But" (how appeal to a sense of fair play where no fair play had been?) "that isn't what frightens me, Ethel." "What? You needn't be scared about Billiken. She'll be all right. They're awful nice people, rich and everything, and they're crazy to have her. 'A blue-eyed girl with curly hair and a cheerful disposition,' they says to Irene. And they think her mother's dead." "I wasn't thinking of Billiken." "Oh," said Ethel, warily. "I was thinking of Jerry. If he's as fine as you say he is----" "He is!" "Then I think it's pretty mean not to play fair with him, don't you? Come," said Jane with a brisk heartiness she was far from feeling, "tell him to-day, right now, when you go back." She shook a stubborn head. "Now you're being just like all the rest of 'em. I thought you sort of--understood." "I think I do. But I believe you must tell him." "Well, it's too late now. Irene's coming today to take Billiken. It's all settled and everything. It's too late now, even if I wanted to. Besides"--she flamed with hot color again--"I couldn't tell him in the daytime ... right there in the store!" "Oh, Ethel--in anything so big,--something that means your whole life,--time and place can't matter."