"Then why don't you do as I tell you?" Rosie faced him squarely. "It would be very much better for you!"
For a moment George looked at her in affectionate amusement. Then his face grew serious as her own. "All right, Rosie, I will. You're right: I have made a bad mess of things with Ellen. It couldn't be worse. So here's my promise: for the rest of the time I'm here, I'll do just exactly as you say."
Rosie beamed her approval. "And I promise you, Jarge, you won't be sorry!"
In all formality they shook hands over the bargain.
"Now then," George began briskly, "what's the first thing I'm to do?"
Rosie hesitated. "I haven't exactly thought it out yet."
"Huh! So it ain't so awful easy even for you to be sensible!" He peeped at her slyly.
"I want to think things over carefully," Rosie explained, "and I want to ask Danny Agin's advice." George gave a grunt of protest, so Rosie hastened to add: "Of course I won't use your name. I'll just put the case to Danny in a sort of general way and, before he guesses what I really mean, he'll be telling me what I want to know. Oh, I wouldn't mention your name for anything!"
George chuckled. "I'm sure you wouldn't!" He stood up. "Well, good-night, kid. It's time for both of us to get to bed. And say, Rosie, I'm awful glad you're back. I've had a bad time since you've been gone. Everything's went wrong. Now you're back, I feel better already.... Good-night."
They were all glad she was back! In the sunshine of so much appreciation, Rosie's heart felt like a little flower bursting into bloom.