ii
Maisie lay on the couch in the library, and Anne sat with her. Maisie's eyes had been closed, but now they had opened, and Anne saw them looking at her and smiling.
"You are a darling, Anne; but I wish you'd gone with Jerrold."
"I don't. I wouldn't have liked it a bit."
"He would, though."
"Not when he thought of you left here all by yourself."
Maisie smiled again.
"Jerry doesn't think, thank Goodness."
"Why 'thank Goodness'?"
"Because I don't want him to. I don't want him to see."