With these words he began to work on the bust, in a quiet dogged way that was, nevertheless, sufficiently expressive.
Grace looked at him silently for half a minute, and then rose from her chair.
“Then,” said she, “I must go for somebody of more authority than I am.” She sailed out of the room.
Henry asked Jael who she was gone for.
“It will be her papa,” said Jael.
“As if I care for what he says.”
“I wouldn't show HER that, if I was you,” said Jael, quietly, but with a good deal of weight.
“You are right,” said Henry. “You are a good girl. I don't know which is the best, you or Martha. I say, I promised to go to Cairnhope some Sunday, and see them all. Shall I drive you over?”
“And bring me back at night?”
“If you like. I must come back.”