«¡Vamos ya! Tienes más cabeza que eso, Kitty. Da la casualidad de que sí comprendes que todo lo que el pobre Crane pueda averiguar sobre el espacio le resulta mucho más provechoso que todo el dinero que los Marsellus vayan a tener jamás. Pero ¿estás insinuando que, si Crane y yo hubiéramos desarrollado el descubrimiento de Tom, podríamos habernos quedado con Rosie y su dinero en la familia, para
Kathleen levantó la cabeza de golpe. «¡Ay, no quiero su dinero!».
—Exacto; yo tampoco. Y no debemos comportarnos como si la quisiéramos. Si te permites tenerle envidia a Rosie, serás muy tonta y muy infeliz.
The Professor walked away across the snowy park with a tired step. He was heavyhearted. For Kathleen he had a special kind of affection. Perhaps it was because he had had to take care of her for one whole summer when she was little. Just as Mrs. St. Peter was ready to start for Colorado with the children, the younger one developed whooping-cough and had to be left at home with her father. He had opportunity to observe all her ways. She was only six, but he found her a square-dealing, dependable little creature. They worked out a satisfactory plan of life together. She was to play in the garden all morning, and was not on any account to disturb him in his study. After lunch he would take her to the lake or the woods, or he would read to her at home. She took pride in keeping her part of the contract. One day when he came out of his study at noon, he found her sitting on the third floor stairs, just outside his door, with the arnica bottle in one hand and the fingers of the other puffed up like wee pink sausages. A bee