Sally chuckled. "Letty Lambkin might. But what would it matter if they did?"
"I should hate to think that I was responsible for making you talked about."
"Then you won't take them, Fox? Not even if I get down on my knees?" Again there were tears in her eyes.
Fox shook his head. "I can't," he said gently. "I can't take them on those terms."
Sally sighed and smiled. "So I am repulsed, then. My gifts are spurned."
Fox was very uncomfortable. "But, Sally—" he began.
She brightened suddenly. "I know!" she cried. "I'll lease them to you for ninety-nine years. Isn't that what they do when they can't do anything else? And you'll have to pay—oh, ever so much rent."
He laughed. "All right. I guess that'll be as long as I shall have use for them. But you'll have to charge me enough."
"Oh, I'll charge you enough," she said nodding; "never fear. I'll consult Dick and take his advice. Then perhaps you'll be satisfied."
"I'll be satisfied," he replied. "I'm very grateful, Sally."