“No—that’s just it. And yet——I tell you, Laura, sometimes I’m ready to take Robin at his word and marry him in spite of his mother.”
“He wants that?” Laura paused a moment in her work and considered the pretty, blubbered face thoughtfully.
“Well—what do you think?” Annabel’s smile suited her better than tears.
“I—see. Well, why don’t you, then?” Laura turned her sock with a flick.
Annabel stared at her.
“What—d’you mean—run away? Really? Seriously?”
“Why not?”
Annabel giggled nervously.
“Well—I haven’t any money to begin with. I’ve spent my next quarter already.”
“I’d lend you some. And Robin would meet you in town.”