Mable turned and looked at Francis for a long moment, really considering him.  He was right that she didn't like him, and she probably never would, but if what Edmund said was true, and he was his friend, then there must be something good about him, even if she didn't see it.

"He's stubborn as a mule," she warned.  "And he's sensitive.  And stupid!  So if I hear a thing about you trying to - to take advantage of him, or hurt him, I'll really make you regret it.  But if you really want to help me, and help him, I'd really like that."