and
Sam Weintraub, made no effort to cultivate the adorable Miss Moore's
rather flattering friendliness for her. She was like a girl grind in a
coeducational college who determines to head the class and to that
devotes all of a sexless energy.

Only Una was not sexless. Though she hadn't the dancing-girl's oblivious
delight in pleasure, though her energetic common sense and willingness
to serve had turned into a durable plodding, Una was alive, normal,
desirous of love, as the flower-faced girl grind of the college so often
is not, to the vast confusion of numerous ardent young gentlemen.

She could not long forbid herself an interest in Sanford Hunt and Sam
Weintraub; she even idealized Todd as a humble hero, a self-made and
honest man, which he was, though Una considered herself highly
charitable to him.

Sweet to her--even when he told her that he was engaged, even when it
was evident that he regarded her as an older sister or as a very young
and understanding aunt--was Sanford Hunt's liking. "Why do you like
me--if you do?" she demanded one lunch-hour, when he had brought her a
bar of milk-chocolate.

"Oh, I dun'no'; you're so darn honest, and you got so much more sense
than this bunch of Bronx totties. Gee! they'll make bum stenogs. I know.
I've worked in an office. They'll keep their gum and a looking-glass in
the upper right-hand drawer of their typewriter desks, and the old man
will call them down eleventy times a day, and they'll marry the
shipping-clerk first time he sneaks out from behind a box. But you got
sense, and somehow--gee! I never know how to express things--glad I'm
taking this English composition stuff--oh, you just seem to understand a
guy. I never liked that Yid Weintraub till you made me see how darn
clever and nice he really is, even if he does wear spats."

Sanford told her often that he wished she was going to come over to the
Lowry Paint Company to work, when she finished. He had entered the
college before her; he would be through somewhat earlier; he was going
back to the paint company and would try to find an opening for her
there. He wanted her to meet Mr. Julius Edward Schwirtz, the Manhattan
salesman of the company.

When Mr. Schwirtz was in that part of town, interviewing the
department-store buyers, he called up Sanford Hunt, and Sanford insisted
that she come out to lunch with Schwirtz and himself and his girl. She
went shyly.

Sanford's sweetheart proved to be as clean and