“Not quite,” he answered.
“Why?”
“You listen, of course.”
“But I do not grow fast enough? Roger, I’ve stopped growing. I knew something was the matter with me, and that’s it.”
“A pretty serious it.”
“I know that better than you can tell me. I wish Judith Grey Mackenzie—how Aunt Rody brings that out—would give me an inspiration.”
“Bring her here for a week and I’ll promise that she will.”
“Aunt Affy could not spare her. Her yellow head is the sunshine of that old house. But I’ll have her some day. I wish I owned her.”
“I wish you did. I would buy her myself if I had money enough.”
“I wonder who does own her,” said Marion; “I forgot that she does not belong to anybody.”