"Playing cards isn't a bad thing to do. I played cards too."
"Pretty poor look-out for her if she's in love with somebody else anyway!" she commented.
"By no means, Jennie. Other people than I are in love with her. But what I want to ask you is whether you can't be nice to her for my sake."
"I'll do anything I can," she said bitterly. "If you say she was awfully kind and gentle to you about it that might help a bit."
"Then let me say it. She was awfully kind and gentle."
"And so she ought to be! But is she in love with somebody else, then?"
"I think she doesn't want to get married."
"I don't believe that!" declared Jennie flatly. "Why, she thinks about nothing but clothes and who's watching her and if she's looking all right!"
"Is that being kind to her, Jennie?"
"No it isn't, and I will try, but I didn't like her before, and I'm only trying now because of you. Why did she ask mother if she might come here, especially if she knew you were in love with her and you were here?"