"Oh, go on! Be game!" he coaxed. "Besides, we have everything to win and nothing to lose and for a gamble you can't beat that!"
"But, Jimmie—" she exclaimed fearfully.
He paid no attention to her objections. All absorbed in his idea, he went on eagerly:
"There's no time to lose. Virginia's likely to be back any minute now and if we're going to put it through, we must do it quick. Shall I? Shall I?"
Fanny, flustered, was at a loss what to say.
"Why do you put the responsibility on to me?" she exclaimed. "You're the one to decide. You're the head of the house."
He grinned. The head of the house? Of course he was. Why hadn't he thought of it before? That being the case, he need consult no one but himself. Swelling up with self-importance, he exclaimed:
"Sure I am. I'll do it!"
Going into the hall, he quickly took the receiver off the telephone.
"Jimmie!" exclaimed his wife excitedly.