“Er—yes; very nice,” Ross answered stiffly.
She came close to him, put her hand on his shoulder.
“Please, Jimmy!” she said, earnestly. “I do so awfully want to be happy—just for a little while!”
Ross had a moment of weakness. She was so young, so lovely; it seemed important, even necessary, that she should be happy. But he valiantly resisted the spell.
“Who doesn’t?” he inquired.
“Jimmy, dear!” she said. “I’m coming to the garage after dinner—to ask you something—to beg you to do something. Will you do it, my dear little Jimmy?”
“I’ll have to hear what it is first,” said Ross.
But she seemed satisfied.
X
Ross went up to the room over the garage, and sat down there. He was hungry and tired, and in no pleasant humor.