"You must have arrived on the same train with your father's note, Miss
Allen. Is this your first trip east?"
"Yes, Mr. Huntingdon," replied Diana, sinking into the chair opposite
Enoch's. "If he had had his way, bless his heart, I wouldn't have had
even a first trip. Isn't it strange that he should have such an
antipathy to New York and Washington!"
The Secretary looked at the girl thoughtfully. "As I recall your
father, he usually had a good reason for whatever he felt or did.
You're planning to stay in Washington, are you, Miss Allen?"
"If I can get work in the Indian Bureau!" replied Diana.
"Why the Indian Bureau?" asked Enoch.
"I'm a photographer of Indians," answered Diana simply. "I've been
engaged for years in trying to make a lasting pictorial record of the
Indians and their ways. I've reached the limit of what I can do
without access to records and books and I can't afford a year of study
in Washington unless I work. That's why I want work in the Indian
Bureau. Killing two birds with one stone, Mr. Secretary."
Enoch did not shift his thoughtful gaze from the sweet face opposite
his for a long moment after she had ceased to speak. Then he pressed
the desk button and Abbott appeared.
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