"Your position——" stammered Jimmy.
"Yes," she insisted. "My position in regard to my father's property? In other words, what are your demands?"
Mr. Ricaby interfered.
"Mr. Marsh—I think she means——"
Paula raised her hand as if she did not need any assistance.
"Mr. Ricaby, I wish to know from Mr. Marsh himself exactly what he expects of me."
"What we expect?" stammered Jimmy.
This was a question he was unprepared for. He looked at Paula helplessly and then turned to Mr. Cooley. There was a hurried whispering, during which time Paula and her attorney stood waiting. Finally Jimmy came forward:
"You will come and live with us, of course?" he said.
"Yes," she replied, with a careless nod.