Soon she would be ready to leave this funny little man and get a place of a different kind--as secretary, for instance, to some clever woman novelist or noted suffrage leader.

She had already put down her name at three employment bureaus, in each of which the woman in charge seemed to look upon her with a favourable eye.
Too bad poor Joe disliked it so.

When she informed him of what she had done, he had appeared quite taken back.
"All right, Ethel, go ahead.

I don't want to meddle," he had replied.
"Only--" he had scowled at her in an effort to smile--"I don't quite see--well, go ahead." Plainly it had been a surprise.

It was so utterly different from what Amy would have done.