But I am not going
to stay here. I am too unhappy, Quin, and with Aunt Enid gone----" Her
voice broke, and as she caught her lip between her small white teeth she
stared ahead of her with tragic eyes.
Quin laid his arm along the sofa, as close to her shoulders as he dared,
and looked at her in dumb sympathy.
"Don't you think you might try a different tack with the old lady?" he
ventured presently. "Even a porcupine likes to have its head scratched,
and I think sometimes she's kind of hungry for somebody to cotton up to
her a bit. Don't you think you might----"
"Who left that front door open?" broke in a harsh, peremptory voice from
the landing. "I don't care _who_ opened it--I want it shut, and kept
shut. Where's Quinby Graham? I thought you said he was waiting."
Quin rose precipitately and made a dash for the hall, while Eleanor
discreetly disappeared through a rear door.
"Well," said Madam grimly, pulling on her gloves, "it is a novel
experience to find a young person who has a respect for other people's
time."
CHAPTER 21
For the next two weeks Eleanor made a heroic effort to follow Quin's
advice and be nice to Madam.
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