"I was looking for some one to walk up Pennsylvania Avenue with me."
"You seem to be well provided with company." Diana glanced at the knot
of people who were eagerly watching the encounter.
Enoch did not follow her glance. His eyes were fastened on Diana's
lovely curving lips. "And I want to hear about the work in the Indian
Bureau."
Diana fell into step with him. "I think the work is going to be
interesting. Mr. Watkins is more than kind about my pictures. I'm to
send home for the best of my collection and he is going to give an
exhibition of them."
"Is he giving you a decent salary?" asked Enoch.
"Ample for all my needs," replied Diana.
"Do your needs stop with the Johnstown Lunch?" demanded Enoch.
"Well," replied Diana, "if you'd lived on the trail as much as I have,
you'd not complain of the Johnstown Lunch. I've made worse coffee
myself, and I've seen more flies, too."
Enoch chuckled. "What does Watkins call your job?"
"I'm a special investigator for the Indian Bureau."
Enoch chuckled again. "Right! And that title Watkins counts as worth
at least five dollars a week. The remainder is the equivalent of a
stenographer's salary. I know him!"
"He is quite all right," said Diana quickly.
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