Danny laughed. "I thought not."
Rosie went back to serious matters. "But, Danny, I can't understand about Jarge Riley and Ellen. Why is he so crazy about Ellen?"
Danny drew a long face. "The truth is, I suppose he loves her."
"But why does he love her?"
Danny's eyes opened wide. "Is it yourself, Rosie O'Brien, that's askin' me why?"
"I don't understand it at all," Rosie continued. "I've got a mind to give Jarge a good talking to. He just ought to be told a few things for his own good."
"I'm sure he'll listen to you." There was a hint of guile in Danny's voice but Rosie refused to hear it.
"He always does listen to me. We're mighty good friends, Jarge and me.... Yes, I'll just talk to him tonight. I'll put it to him quietly. Jarge has got lots of sense if only you talk to him right."
"Of course he has," Danny agreed. "And, Rosie dear, I'm consumed with impatience to hear the outcome of your conference. You won't fail to stop in and tell me about it tomorrow—promise me that!"
Rosie promised. She bid her old friend good-bye and left him, her mind already full of the things she would say to George Riley.