"But I am really in very serious trouble, Miss Williams," he said in a way that sounded oddly to Brian himself, as though he were trying to convince himself that his trouble really was serious.
Betty Jo rose to her feet, and looked straight at him, and there was no mistaking the genuineness of the interest expressed in those big gray eyes.
"Oh, are you?
Is it really so serious?
I am so sorry.

But don't you think you better tell me about it, Mr.Burns?
If I am to work for you, I may just as well begin right here, don't you think ?" There it was again,--that trick-question.

Brian felt himself agreeing in spite of himself, though how he was to explain his painful situation to this young woman whom, until a few minutes before, he had never even seen, he did not know.

He answered cautiously, speaking half to himself: "That is what Judy said." Betty Jo did not understand, and made no pretense,--she never made a pretense of anything.

"What did Judy say ?" she asked.
"That I had better tell you about it," he answered.
And the matter-of-fact Betty Jo returned: "Judy seems to be a very particular and common-sensing sort of Judy, doesn't she ?" And Brian realized all at once that Judy was exactly what Betty Jo said.
"But,--I--I--don't see how I CAN tell you, Miss Williams." "Why ?" laughed Betty Jo.