"But the poor girl on the hill; I wish I could see her."
She was watching Donnegan very sharply again.
"A good idea. Why don't you?"
"You seem to like her?"
"Yes," said Donnegan judiciously. "She has an appealing way; I'm very sorry for her. But I've done my best; I can't help her."
"Isn't there some way?"
"Of what?"
"Of helping her."
Donnegan laughed. "Go to your father and persuade him to send Landis back to her."
She shook her head.