Aneta availed herself of the invitation, and took a chair.
Maggie remained standing.
“Won’t you sit too, Maggie?” said Aneta.
“I don’t particularly want to, but I will if you insist on it. To tell the truth, I am a little sleepy. You won’t keep me long, will you?”
“That depends on yourself.”
Maggie opened her narrow eyes. Then she contracted them and looked fixedly at her companion. “Have you come here to talk about Merry Cardew?”
“Yes, about her, and other matters.”
“Don’t you trust me at all, Aneta?”
Aneta looked full up at the girl. “No, Maggie,” she said.
“Do you think when you say so that you speak kindly?”