“What do you think, Jennie? I asked her and she wouldn’t come with me.”
“Wouldn’t come—with you?”
The girl’s voice held wonder, incredulity, longing. Her eyes said more.
“You wouldn’t treat me that way, would you, Jennie?”
The girl looked down, an unsuspected delicacy sealing her lips.
David looked at the pretty shadowy circle of the long lashes on the smooth pink cheek.
“You wouldn’t; now, would you, Jennie?” he persisted.
The girl glanced at him sidewise, and tossed her head.
“What do you want t’ know for?” she demanded. “If you don’t like the way she treats you, you c’n tell her so, can’t you?”