Maggie went straight up to him, before I could stop her, and said in a pleased sort of voice:
“I don't chew things now—nothing at all. No feathers or money or bits of paper—you can see for yourself.”
Glahn scarcely looked at her. He lay still. Maggie and I went on. When I reproached her with having broken her promise and spoken to Glahn again, she answered that she had only meant to show him he was wrong.
“That's right—show him he's wrong,” I said. “But do you mean it was for his sake you stopped chewing things?”
She didn't answer. What, wouldn't she answer?
“Do you hear? Tell me, was it for his sake?”
And I could not think otherwise. Why should she do anything for Glahn's sake?
That evening Maggie promised to come to me, and she did.