“I confess I do not understand you.”
“I knew you didn’t. Men are blind creatures.”
“Then open the eyes of one blind creature.”
“Haven’t you seen that Mr. King is interested in Judith?” she asked, somewhat impatiently.
“We are all interested in Judith.”
“Not just as he is. You are not,” looking straight into his frank, smiling eyes.
“You don’t mean—”
“Yes, I do mean—”
“What about her?” he asked with the color hot in his face. But Marion was a “blind creature” then and did not see.
“I don’t know about her. She isn’t grown up enough to think. But I know he is wonderfully attractive to her.”