“Not for some days to come yet! Oh, Johnny!”
“But what do you want with her?”
“Well, I do want her. I want a friend just now, Johnny, that’s the truth; and I think Mrs. Coney would be one.”
“Joe asked if he could help you; and you said ‘No.’ Can I?”
“Johnny, if you could, there’s no one in the world I’d rather ask. But you cannot.”
“Why?”
“Because”—she smiled for a moment—“you are not old enough. If you were—of age, say—why then I would.”
I had hold of the window-frame, looking at her, and an idea struck me. “Do you mean that I should be able then to command money?”
“Yes, that’s it, Johnny.”
“But, perhaps—if I were to write to Mr. Brandon——”