“Did you have any for hers?”
“But hers were so silly and vapid.”
“Perhaps she thought yours were silly, too.”
“Well, we won’t row about it, honey. I guess I was rather superior and big brotherish when last Lorna and I met,” said Breck somewhat ruefully.
“Next time, behave better,” admonished Jane.
“All right, but I can’t see a possibility of any next time for years to come. When you are given to understand by your father that your room is more desirable than your company, you are not likely to do much hanging around after that,” and the young man flushed.
“Poor old Breck! You mustn’t think I’m blaming you. I am sure it isn’t your fault, but I just have such a strong family feeling myself that I can’t understand when it is lacking. I know you have it too, and so has your father—and no doubt poor little Lorna has it. You just can’t get together on it.”
And Jane began to turn over in her mind how she might help her fiancé to make friends with his family.