"When she came here to-night she was tired, half sick.

But now she is all filled with life!" * * * * * Later, on the street outside when Isadore had left them, Deborah turned to her father: "Before we go home, there's one place more." And they went to a building not far away, a new structure twelve floors high which rose out of the neighboring tenements.

It had been built, she told him, by a socialist daily paper.

A dull night watchman half asleep took them in the elevator up to the top floor of the building, where in a bustling, clanking loft the paper was just going to press.

Deborah seemed to know one of the foremen.