"I wouldn't be so sure if I were you."
"Why what do you know about it?" demanded Fanny in pretended surprise.
"He's crazy in love with her—that's what I know," he said.
Virginia shook her head despondently.
"Not enough to come for me," she said. "He said he would never do it—and he never will. That's the kind of man he is."
"Per—perhaps" suggested Fanny, "just perhaps—he might."
"No," murmured Virginia, "you don't know him as well as I. Once he makes up his mind, no one can induce him to change it."
"But if he should," persisted Jimmie craftily, taking a seat near her and adopting a cordial, sympathetic tone.
"He won't," replied Virginia sadly. "We'll have to go along just as we are! And we might be much worse off, don't forget that. Even as it is, we're getting twenty dollars a week between us. I'm getting seven and Jimmie's getting thirteen—"
"I was getting thirteen," interrupted Jimmie ruefully.