"Is it a good charm or a hoo-doo?"
"If you come at it right, it means you never die," Na-che nodded her
head solemnly.
Jonas put a cat's claw root on the fire. "All right! You see, woman,
that I come at it right."
Na-che smiled and led the way eastward.
"Bless them!" exclaimed Enoch. "They're doing the very best they can
for us!"
"And they're having a beautiful time with each other," added Diana. "I
think Jonas loves you as much as Na-che loves me."
"I don't deserve that much love," said Enoch, watching the fire glow on
Diana's face. "But he is the truest friend I have on earth."
Diana gave him a quick, wide-eyed glance.
"Ah, but you don't know me, as Jonas does! I wouldn't want you to know
me as he does!" exclaimed Enoch.
"I'll not admit either Lucy or Jonas as serious rivals," protested
Diana.
Enoch laughed. "Dearest, I have told you things that Jonas would not
dream existed. I have poured out my heart to you, night after night.
All a boy's aching dreams, all a man's hopes and fears, I've shared
with you. Jonas was not that kind of friend. I first met him when I
became secretary to the Mayor of New York. He was a sort of porter or
doorman at the City Hall. He gradually began to do little personal
things for me and before I realized just how it was accomplished, he
became my valet and steward, and was keeping house for me in a little
flat up on Fourth Avenue.
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