She waited; he looked up and smiled.
“Can you stop one minute?” she asked, faintly.
“One and a half.”
“I came to tell you that I have thought it over; I would rather not go home with Mrs. Kenney.”
“Stay then, with all my heart.”
“But not with all my heart. I am going to Aunt Affy’s instead. She wants me,” she said, quietly, with a quiver of the lip.
“I should think she would.”
“I did not know how much. She herself would not tell me. Jean Draper told me. Aunt Affy told her mother.”
“That will not change our plans of study at all.”
“No; it need not.”