“Glenn,” she said presently, “I have been thinking.”
“Well?”
“That with your influence you might reform him—out of his liking for you, don’t you know?”
She raised her blue eyes. He laughed outright, and then took her face between his two hands.
“You dear little thing!” he said, with the patronage of a lover.
Lavinia regained her dignity.
“But couldn’t you?” she demanded.
“Why, dear heart,” Marley said, “he would think it presumption. I wouldn’t dare.”
Lavinia shook her head in the hopelessness of the reformer, and took up her tambourine frames again with a sigh.
“It’s a pity,” she said, relinquishing the subject with the hope, “it’s such a pity.”