"I'll go to-morrow. I'll make Blainey give it to you."
"He won't!"
"He? Of course he will! That old walrus? He'll do anything I tell him! That's settled! I'll see him to-morrow!"
Winona turned, composing her passion.
"I'm a fool!" she said.
"Hard up?"
"Busted!"
"The deuce! So'm I! Never mind; we'll find some way—"
"Why don't you take the job yourself?"
"I? Never! I couldn't! It's too soon to be serious!" exclaimed Doré, laughing in order to relieve the tension. "When I'm twenty-three—in six months—not before! It's all decided."