“I changed my mind,” said she, in a hard, sweet voice. “I decided I’d go, after all. My—my head feels better.”
Mother and son exchanged stealthy glances behind the girl’s back as she leaned toward the cracked mirror between the windows, apparently intent upon capturing an airy tendril of hair which had escaped confinement.
“That’s real sensible, Fanny,” approved Mrs. Dodge with perfunctory cheerfulness. “I want you should go out all you can, whilest you’re young, an’ have a good time.”
Jim Dodge was silent; but the scowl between his eyes deepened.
Mrs. Dodge formed three words with her lips, as she shook her head at him warningly.
Fanny burst into a sudden ringing laugh.
“Oh, I can see you in the glass, mother,” she cried. “I don’t care what Jim says to me; he can say anything he likes.”
“Oh, I can see you in the glass, mother,” she cried.
Her beautiful face, half turned over her shoulder, quivered slightly.