"No harm at all," Julia murmured as she sealed the note she had written. Then she turned smilingly to face her niece. "Only I'm not going to."
"Well, then, Aunt Julia"—and now Florence came to her point—"what I wanted to know is just simply the plain and simple question: Will you give this dog Gammire to me?"
Julia leaned forward, laughing, and suddenly clapped her hands together, close to Florence's face. "No, I won't!" she cried. "There!"
The niece frowned, lines of anxiety appearing upon her forehead. "Well, why won't you?"
"I won't do it!"
"But, Aunt Julia, I think you ought to!"
"Why ought I to?"
"Because——" said Florence. "Well, it's necessary."
"Why?"
"Because you know as well as I do what's bound to happen to him!"