She looked at me wildly, with a cry of terror. She saw my resolution in my face.
“Don’t frighten me,” she said. “Let me think.”
She reflected for a moment. Her eyes brightened, as if some new way out of the difficulty had occurred to her.
“Have you a mother living?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“Do you think she would come and see me?”
“I am sure she would if I asked her.”
She considered with herself once more. “I will tell your mother what the obstacle is,” she said, thoughtfully.
“When?”
“To-morrow, at this time.”