Ward was one of her pupils, she did not reveal
the relation between Brian's former chief and Betty Jo. Neither Auntie
Sue nor Betty Jo, for several very good reasons, was ready for Brian to
know the whole truth about his stenographer. It was quite enough, they
reasoned, for him to love his stenographer, and for his stenographer
to love him, without raising any more obstacles in the pathway of their
happiness.
As the busy weeks passed, several letters came from the publishers of
Brian's book,--letters which made the three in the little log house
by the river very happy. Already, in the first reception of this new
writer's work, those who had undertaken to present it to the public saw
many promises of the fulfillment of their prophecies as to its success.
When the third letter came, a statement of the sales to date was
enclosed, and, that afternoon, Betty Jo went to Brian where he was at
work in the clearing.
When they were comfortably, not to say cozily, seated on a log in the
shade at the edge of the forest, she announced that she had come for a
very serious talk.
"Yes?" he returned; but he really looked altogether too happy to be
exceedingly serious.
"Yes," she continued, "I have. As your accredited business agent and--"
she favored him with a Betty Jo smile--"shall I say manager?"
"Why not managing owner?" he retorted.
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