"
"I wouldn't tell them that," said Enoch, "because it wouldn't be true.
I am considering a most interesting proposition from Idaho farmers. I
thought perhaps you had something better."
Reeves jumped to his feet. "I'll not be made a monkey of any longer!"
he shouted. "But I'll get you for this yet," and he rushed from the
office.
Enoch shrugged his shoulders as he turned to the inevitable pile of
letters. Abbott came in with a broad smile.
"Mr. Secretary, Miss Diana Allen is in the outer office."
Enoch scowled. "Have I got to see her?"
"Well, she's mighty easy to look at, Mr. Secretary! And more than
that, she announces that if you're engaged, she'll wait, a day, a week,
or a month."
Enoch groaned. "Show her in, Abbott, and be ready to show her out in
five minutes."
Abbott showed her in. She entered the room slowly, a tall woman in a
brown silk suit. Everything about her it seemed to Enoch at first was
brown, except her eyes. Even her skin was a rich, even cream tint.
But her eyes were hazel, the largest, frankest, most intelligent eyes
Enoch ever had seen in a woman's head. And with the eyes went an
expression of extraordinary sweetness, a sweetness to which every
feature contributed, the rather short, straight nose, the full,
sensitive lips, with deep, upturned corners, the round chin.
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