Sam was still jabbing at the gravel walk, his profile toward her--and, unobserved, she could study his face.

It was an attractive face strong, clever, almost illegally good-looking.

It explained why, as, he had complained to the city editor, his chief trouble in New York was with the women.

With his eyes full of concern, Sam turned to her abruptly.

"How much do they give you a month ?" "Forty dollars," answered Sister Anne.