"Oh! it will be easy enough to do."
"But when can you do it?"
"To-morrow, or the day after, or some day."
She looked at me, turned my chair round on one of its legs and fell on her knees in front of me.
"Do you know what you ought to do, good dog?" she said.
"What ought I to do? Tell me."
She took out one of her little combs and began combing her hair while she talked.
"I will tell you: you ought to re-write that act for me this very night."
"I am willing; I will go home and set to work."
"No, without going home."