And there was a pamphlet about the United States Army, and another pamphlet about religion.
She looked for a name in the books, but found none.

The fly-leaves had been torn out.
She was not sorry; she was just as glad to go on thinking of her trouble-maker as the man who mended the boats.

There was something freeing about keeping him impersonal.
But in the book about women she found an envelope addressed: "To one looking for trouble." This was what was type-written on the single sheet it contained: "Here are a couple of books warranted to disturb one's peace of mind.
They are marked danger as both warning and commendation.

It is absolutely guaranteed that one will not be so pleased with the world--and with one's self--after reading them.

There is more--both books and danger--where they came from." It was signed: "One who loves to lead adventurous souls into dangerous paths." It was two o'clock when Katie turned off her light that night..