"She says she won't? O-oh!" Mrs. Medwin moaned.
"Sit tight all the same. I have her!"
"But how?"
"Through Scott—whom she wants."
"Your bad brother!" Mrs. Medwin stared. "What does she want of him?"
"To amuse them at Catchmore. Anything for that. And he would. But he shan't!" Mamie declared. "He shan't go unless she comes. She must meet you first—you're my condition."
"O-o-oh!" Mrs. Medwin's tone was a wonder of hope and fear. "But doesn't he want to go?"
"He wants what I want. She draws the line at you. I draw the line at him."
"But she—doesn't she mind that he's bad?"
It was so artless that Mamie laughed. "No—it doesn't touch her. Besides, perhaps he isn't. It isn't as for you—people seem not to know. He has settled everything, at all events, by going to see her. It's before her that he's the thing she'll have to have."