Locke, William John, 1863-1930 / 2008-07-30 00:00:00

I've been away, you know."
"I forgot."
"When did you last see him?" I asked.
"Oh, ages ago! He has not been near us for weeks. We used to be such
friends. I don't think it's very polite of him, do you?"
"I'll order him to call forthwith," said I.
"Oh, please don't! If he won't come of his own accord--I don't want to
see him particularly."
She tossed her shapely head and looked at me bravely.
"You are quite right," said I. "Dale's a selfish, ill-mannered young
cub."
"He isn't!" she flashed. "How dare you say such things about him!"
I smiled and took both her hands--one of them held a piece of brown
bread-and-butter.
"My dear," said I, "model yourself on Little Bo-Peep. I don't know who
gave her the famous bit of advice, but I think it was I myself in a
pastoral incarnation. I had a woolly cloak and a crook, and she was like
a Dresden china figure--the image of you."
Her eyes swam, but she laughed and said I was good to her. I said:
"The man who wouldn't be good to you is an unhung villain.
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