“You promised!” Christopher’s tone was growing threatening. “Hurry up. There isn’t much time.”
“I don’t care,” said Jane defiantly.
“Jane Baker! Do you mean to say you are going to break your promise?”
This was attacking Jane’s vulnerable spot, for she prided herself upon always keeping her word. She sat up in bed.
“But if it’s a wrong promise?” she asserted weakly.
“It’s the same promise as when you made it,” announced Christopher with calm conviction, and he approached the bed with the small box in his hand.
Grandmother completed her afternoon toilet in something of a hurry, for she thought she heard sounds in Jane’s room.
“What is it?” she asked a little anxiously, appearing in the doorway just as Christopher opened the door from within.
“Nothing,” he answered. “I was just helping Janey get—get fixed.”
Grandmother glanced at Jane, lying flat on her pillow, her face turned away.