Please forgive me for locking the door and speaking so candidly." Patience stepped to the door and unlocked it.

Kathleen took an uncertain step forward, wavered, then, advancing almost timidly, held out her hand.
"Will you shake hands ?" she asked.

"I am glad you did it, and I am going to be different--if I can," she added moodily.
"Be fair to yourself and give the clever, capable Kathleen West a chance," was the New England girl's advice.

"This little talk of ours has served to clear the atmosphere of this room.

Let us be friends and keep it clear." "I will try," Kathleen repeated, but Patience was obliged to confess to herself that she had very little faith in the newspaper girl's promise.
She felt that the fact that James Merton Eliot was her father had made far more impression upon Kathleen than had her little lecture on standards..