If I had thought you would like it, I should have come
to you first. I didn't want to bore you. But I did think you would pull
me out of a hole."
"What's a hole?" I asked.
"I've paid for a box and I can't go by myself. How can I? Do take me,
there's a dear."
"I'm afraid I'm too dull for haunts of merriment," said I.
She regarded me reproachfully.
"It isn't often I ask you to put yourself out for me. The last time
was when I asked you to be the baby's godfather. And a pretty godfather
you've been. I bet you anything you don't remember the name."
"I do," said I.
"What's it then?"
"It's--it's----" I snapped my fingers. The brat's name had for the
moment gone out of my distracted head. She broke into a laugh and ran
her arm through mine.
"Dorcas."
"Yes, of course--Dorcas. I was going to say so."
"Then you were going to say wrong, for it's Dorothy. Now you _must_
come--for the sake of penance."
"I'll do anything you please!" I cried in desperation, "so long as
you'll not talk to me of my own affairs and will let me sit as glum as
ever I choose.
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