After accepting the chair beside his sister which she offered to him, he leaned back with every evidence of comfort, and his first words adroitly changed her aggression to defense.
“You take trifles far too seriously, Marion,” he observed.
She stared, and he smilingly offered her the rubber disk.
“I don’t know what you mean,” she said.
“Oh, yes, you do.”
Mrs. Nixon compressed her lips.
“You misunderstand entirely,” she said at last. “I took a very great fancy to that young girl.”
“It does you credit, Marion.”
“And you’ve spoiled everything,” she retorted. “I was going to arrange to have her come to us in Boston.”
“In what capacity?”