“Anything you like.”
“I should like you to belong to my Jack.”
“Then I will,” she said.
“Only because I wish it, Maimie?”
She shook her head, smiled, and stooped for another kiss.
“If I don’t marry Jack I shall never marry anybody,” she said. “Please tell him what you like, mother!”
And she ran away out of one door, as Jack came in at another. He looked very hopeful, yet half puzzled. I had the joy of laying his doubts to rest, and of telling him that at last Maimie was his own.