"It's no use," he said. "They won't let you."
"I'll make them. I'll go and tell Edward and Victor now."
She had shot up from the floor with sudden energy, and stood looking down at Roddy as he still crouched there. Her heart ached for him. He didn't want to go to Canada; he wanted to stay with Mamma, and Mamma was driving him away from her, for no reason except that Uncle Edward said he ought to go.
She could hear the dining-room door open and shut again. They were coming.
Roddy rose from the floor. He drew himself up, stretching out his arms in a crucified attitude, and grinned at her.
"Do you suppose," he said, "I'd let you?"
He grinned at Uncle Edward and Uncle Victor as they came in.
"Uncle Victor," she said, "Why should Roddy go away? If it's Maggie, we don't really want her. I'll do Catty's work and he'll do the garden. So he can stay, can't he?"
"He can, Mary, but I don't think he will."
"Of course I won't. If you hadn't waited to mix me up with Alderson I could have cleared out and got there by this time. You don't suppose I was going to sponge on my mother for ever, do you?"