"I have a brother who is quite as American as I am.

We don't either of us look like our father or mother." "What does your brother do ?" he asked, indifferently.
"He's one of the weighers at Arneel & Co.

He expects to be a manager sometime." She smiled.
Cowperwood looked at her speculatively, and after a momentary return glance she dropped her eyes.

Slowly, in spite of herself, a telltale flush rose and mantled her brown cheeks.

It always did when he looked at her.
"Take this letter to General Van Sickle," he began, on this occasion quite helpfully, and in a few minutes she had recovered.