Oh, don't mention it! I just didn't want you to blame him, is all.

Good-by." She turned to Jack with a little frown.

"People seem to think, just because you work for a living, that your whole mission in life is to take orders on the jump.

It was that way at the Martha Washington, and every other place I ever worked.

That man down there seems to think that your life begins and ends right here in this little glass box.
What made you apologize for keeping a telephone call waiting while you went out and saved a perfectly good life?
Men are the queerest things!" She went out and climbed upon the rock where Jack had lain watching her, and set herself down as comfortably as possible, and stared at the fire while Jack located on the chart the present extent of the blazing area, and sent in his report.