My cousin Jenny Fynnett is here, and desires to be my bedfellow to-night.
"It's my own hair, Jenny Walters," said Dab, almost savagely.
Claps on cover, runs and sits on sofa between Jenny and Bessie.
"Yes, but that isn't to say that he'll ever come back to her," said Jenny.
"Why lift her up and kiss her, and forgive her, of course," said Jenny.
But in a note of delicious ...