"Oh, Ranny, please don't think I'm horrid and ungrateful."
"That's all right," he said, feebly.
He turned as if to go; but she recalled him.
"There's one thing you could do," she said.
"What's that? I'll do anything."
"Well—You can let me come over Saturdays and Sundays sometimes and look after Baby while you take Violet somewhere."
He said nothing, and she went on.
"If I were you, Ranny, I'd take her somewhere every week. I'd get her out all I could."
And he said again for the third time, very humbly:
"All right."