She hesitated. “Yes,” she said, after a moment, “that's all, all I can tell you now, anyway. But I want you to go with me to that Ash Dump and see her once more.”
“I shall not, Hephzy.”
“Well, then I'll have to go by myself. And if you don't go, too, I think you'll be awfully sorry. I think you will. Oh, Hosy,” pleadingly, “please go with me. I don't ask you to do many things, now do I? I do ask you to do this.”
I shook my head.
“I would do almost anything for your sake, Hephzy,” I began.
“But this isn't for my sake. It's for hers. For hers. I'm sure—I'm ALMOST sure you and she will both be glad you did it.”
I could not understand it at all. I had never seen her more earnest. She was not the one to ask unreasonable things and yet where her sister's child was concerned she could be obstinate enough—I knew that.
“I shall go whether you do or not,” she said, as I stood looking at her.
“You mean that, Hephzy?”
“I surely do. I'm goin' to see her this very forenoon. And I do hope you'll go with me.”