CHAPTER VI
In Which a Gray Plush Pussy Cat Supplies a Theme.
Anne at the top of the stairs talked to Geoffrey Fox at the foot.
"But you really ought not to stay."
"Why not?"
"Because if you haven't had the measles you might get them, and, besides, poor Mrs. Bower is so busy."
"Why not tell me the truth? You don't want me to stay."
"What difference can it possibly make to me?"
"It may make a great difference," Geoffrey said, quietly, "whether I go or stay, but we won't talk of that. I am here. All my traps, bag and baggage, typewriter and trunks—books and bathrobe—and yet you want to send me away."
"I haven't anything to do with it. But the house is closed to every one."