Delia judged this with all her weight. “Is that the way you answered him when he asked you?”
“I’m sure I don’t know. He could tell you best.”
“If you were to speak to ME that way I guess I’d have said ‘Oh well, if you don’t want it any more than that—!’”
“Well, I wish it WAS you,” said Francie.
“That Mr. Probert was me?”
“No—that you were the one he’s after.”
“Francie Dosson, are you thinking of Mr. Flack?” her sister suddenly broke out.
“No, not much.”
“Well then what’s the matter?”
“You’ve ideas and opinions; you know whose place it is and what’s due and what ain’t. You could meet them all,” Francie opined.