“The question of her future stumps you a bit. It’s not as if she were like any other little girl I ever heard of. It’s like this: I’d like to have a skylark in a cage, if it would sing for me. But I’d never be able to forget that its right place was in the sky. You see what I mean. I don’t want to be wholly responsible for keeping Bonnie May--out of the sky.” “Well?” “My ideas aren’t exactly definite. But I want her to be free. I want her to have a part in working things out the way she wants them.” “That’s good sense. Turn her over to me, then.” “That’s not the idea at all. I think up to a certain point it may be good for her to experience the--the gentle tyrannies which are part of her life with us. On the other hand, if she becomes identified with you (I don’t know just what other word to use), and you get to be fond of her, why then in a material sense.... Oh, I don’t like the tone of that at all. But you’ll get the idea, and take it for granted that what I’m trying to get at is that I don’t want to stand in Bonnie May’s light.” Baron tried to join the manager in the latter’s impatient laugh. “You’ll have to excuse my denseness,” said Thornburg. “I get your meaning as easy as I can see into a pocket. The way it sounds to me is that you’re sure you want to keep her, and that you’re just as sure that you don’t want to keep her.” “That’s nearly it,” admitted Baron, flushing slightly. “Suppose I say that I want to keep her a part of the time, and that I’d like you to keep her the other part. Suppose I offer to share her with you: to encourage her to visit Mrs. Thornburg a day at a time--days at a time--a week at a time. Suppose we take her on a kind of partnership basis. No unfair influence; no special inducements. Suppose I make it plain to her that you and Mrs. Thornburg are her real friends, and that you will be glad to have her come as often as she likes, and stay as long as she likes.” Thornburg’s eyes were beginning to brighten. “Would you,” added Baron, “do the same thing by us? I mean, would you encourage her to come to us when she felt like it, and see that she had the chance to go as freely as she came?” Thornburg’s flushed face was all good-nature now. The little barriers which he had kept between his visitor and himself fell away completely. “A kind of duel between us,” he elaborated, “to see which of us has the best attractions to offer?” “Well--yes, you might put it that way, I suppose. That’s a theatrical phrase, I believe. Perhaps it wouldn’t have occurred to me. At any rate, the plan I’ve outlined would give her a chance to do a little deciding on her own account. It would give her a chance to give her affections to those who win them. It would place some of the responsibility for her future on her own shoulders. And whatever conclusions she came to I’d be willing to bank on.”