Four months had Jean been working under his direction; four months had he studied her, and still she puzzled him.

She was not ignorant--the girl had been out among civilized folks and had learned town ways; she was not stupid--she could keep him guessing, and he thought he knew all the quirks of human nature, too.

Then why, in the name of common sense, did she take Dewitt and his patronage in this matter-of-fact way, as if it were his everyday business to meet strange employees and take them home to his wife?
He glanced at Dewitt and caught a twinkle of perfect understanding in the bright blue eyes of his chief.

Burns made a sound between a grunt and a chuckle, and turned his eyes away immediately; but Dewitt chose to make speech upon the subject.
"You haven't spoiled our new leading woman--yet," he observed idly.
"Oh, but he has," Jean dissented.

"He has got me trained so that when he says smile, my mouth stretches itself automatically.