He turned abruptly to Mamie.
“Mamie, you can tell them whatever you please when you get home. They can’t blame you. It’s not your fault. Tell them that Steve was acting for me with my complete approval. Tell them that the kid’s going to be brought up right from now on. I’ve got him, and I’m going to keep him.”
Mamie had risen and was facing him, a very determined midget, pink and resolute.
“I’m not going home, Mr. Winfield.”
“What?”
“If you are going to Bill, I am coming with you.”
“Nonsense.”
“That’s my place—with him.”
“But you can’t. It’s impossible.”
“Not more impossible than what has happened already.”