"We will not argue about it now as there's somebody waiting for you down-stairs."
"I don't want to see him—now."
"Suppose he wants to see you."
"Aunt Prue! I wish I could be selfish just a few minutes."
"You may. A whole hour. You may be selfish up here all by yourself until the dinner bell rings."
Marjorie laughed and drew the lounge afghan up about her shoulders. She was so happy that she wanted to go to sleep;—to go to sleep and be thankful. But the dinner bell found her in the parlor talking to Linnet; Prue and Hollis were chattering together in French. Prue corrected his pronunciation and promised to lend him books.
The most inviting corner in the house to Marjorie was a cosey corner in the library; she found her way thither after dinner, and there Hollis found her, after searching parlors, dining-room, and halls for her. The cosey corner itself was an arm-chair near the revolving bookcase; Prue said that papa kept his "pets" in that bookcase.
Marjorie had taken a book into her hand and was gathering a thought here and there when Hollis entered; he pushed a chair to her side, and, seating himself, took the book from her fingers.
"Marjorie, I have come to ask you what to do?"
"About your father's offer?"