“Well, here I am.” She smiled. “Why won’t I do?”
Behind the obscuring disks she could feel his glance read her. The grimness at the mouth’s corners relaxed.
“I really don’t know why you shouldn’t.”
“Dad says I’d have made a man of affairs,” she remarked.
“Why, it’s just this. You should be planning to leave this country.”
Miss Brewster bewailed her harsh lot with drooping lip.
“Every one wants to drive me away!”
“Who else?”
“That railroad man, Mr. Galpy, was offering us special inducements to leave, in the form of special trains any time we liked. It isn’t hospitable.”
“A jail is hospitable. But one doesn’t stay in it when one can get out.”