“Please don’t—not in that way!” she seemed to say.
Fanchon laughed gaily and lightly, looking from one to the other. Then, with a captivating gesture, she laid her small fingers on Virginia’s arm.
“Merci du compliment!” she said, sweetly. “I’ll sing—just one song—for you!”
Virginia, who had recovered her composure in an instant, smiled back at her.
“That’s all we could hope for, Mrs. Carter. I can put your name on the program, then—and the song?”
Fanchon nodded, an elfish look in her eyes now.
“Oui, par example—I can sing anything?” she asked.
“Oh, sing something nice—it’s for the church, Fanchon!” said William hastily.
“She means something nice,” said Virginia. “Of course—anything you’ll give us,” she added, sweetly, drawing away a little.
Evidently she did not quite mean to go back to the house with them. William saw it—and flushed again.