“I’ll make her, and if uncle kills me for it afterward, well, he must.”
“I should like to catch him trying to,” said Guest.
“No, no; I don’t mean that. Then what do you think of my plan?” said Edie. “You should come here to fetch us to some exhibition—to see something; any evening would do. We could let them be together for a little while and then bring them back.”
“Capital!” said Guest; “only isn’t that my plan, little one?”
“Oh, what does it matter which of us thought of it?”
“Not a bit,” he said, pressing the hand that lay so near him; and a little later on, with the understanding that if Myra would consent the attempt should be made, Guest left the house.