Among the writers whom Henry decided to retain was Laura Drury. She wrote book reviews and scraps which were supposed to be of interest to women. Her room opened into Henry's, and through a door which was never shut he could see her at work. The brightness and the modesty of her face attracted him. She could not have been more than twenty years of age. "Have you been long in newspaper work?" he asked, when she had come in to submit something to him. "Only a short time," she answered, and returned at once to her desk. Henry looked at her as she proceeded with her work. Her presence seemed to refine the entire office. He fancied that her hair made the room brighter. His curiosity was awakened by one touch of her presence. He sought to know more of her, and when she had come in again to consult him, he said: "Wait a moment, please. How long have you been connected with this paper?" "About three months, regularly." "Had you worked on any other paper in the city?" "No, sir; I have never worked on any other paper." "Have you lived here long?" "No, sir, I have been here only a short time. I am from Missouri." "You didn't come alone, did you?" She glanced at him quickly and answered: "I came alone, but I live with my aunt." She returned to her work, and she must have discovered that he was watching her, for the next day he saw that she had moved her desk. Henry had applied for membership in the Press Club, and one morning a reporter told him that he had been elected. "Was there any opposition?" the editor asked. "Not after the boys learned that you had been a reporter. You can go over at any time and sign the constitution." "I'll go now. Suppose you come with me."