"Please don't hate me, Jerry," she sobbed.
"I don't hate you, when you're sensible."
"Won't you call me Cr-cricket, just once, Jerry?"
"If you'll be a good girl, and go to bed."
"Kiss me good-night."
"I'll do nothing of the kind."
He loosed her clinging arms determinedly. He had a miserable feeling of Jane's amusement over this absurd scene, which she was overhearing. When he released her, Isabelle sank in a sobbing heap upon the couch.
"Miss Judd," called Jerry.
She came to the door, and only for an instant was there a flicker of amusement in her eyes.
"Come and take charge of this crazy kid," he said desperately. "I'll come over early in the morning."