She nodded. “You’re not to know until it’s all over. You mustn’t question, you’re to be good and do exactly what I tell you to do. Won’t you, Mort? There, I knew you would. It’s such a little thing to do.”
She leaned as close to him as she could without getting soap on her face.
“I’ll tell you a secret if you’ll promise to be nice. I don’t like the man—really I don’t—not at all.”
He looked in her eyes and believed her. “You always get your way in the end, don’t you?” he said, after a pause.
“Of course I do. What would be the use of a way, if one didn’t have it?”
That seemed unanswerable logic, so Crabb grinned.
“You’re a queer one, Patty,” which, as Patricia knew, meant that she was the most extraordinary and wonderful of persons. So she smiled at the back of his head as he went out because she agreed with him.