As he had said
to Ena, he had pressed the button; she must do the rest. But he felt
now as if he would enjoy doing a great deal more for her than he had
yet done.
"And just what do you want to do in New York, Miss Child?" inquired
Miss Rolls, as they began slowly to pace the otherwise deserted deck.
"I have wild hopes of getting newspaper work of some sort through one
letter of introduction I have," answered Win, "or into a choir as
contralto from the other. If not--oh, well, every one says America's
the country for women."
"Yes, it is. We have splendid fun," Ena assured her. "The men are so
kind to us."
"I think they must be," Win agreed. "Mr. Rolls has been very kind. Are
all the rest like him?"
"I--suppose they have different ways of being kind--some of them. Some
may be _safer_ than others. I hardly know how to put it!"
"I think I understand."
"I--wonder if you do. Oh, Miss Child, I _wish_ I dared speak to you
frankly!"
When people begin thus there is invariably something disagreeable to
follow; but Winifred Child braced herself and said calmly: "Please
do."
"It's very difficult. I'm quite afraid of you."
"It's I who ought to be afraid of you.
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