Molly looked over her shoulder.
“What is it?” she asked anxiously.
“Why, what am I to do? I came here to be with you, and now you’re going away.”
“You’ll have to go too if you can’t stay behind without me.”
“But I only came yesterday.”
“Well, what of that?”
“And, oh Molly, that man! I’ll have to go!”
“Why?”
“Why, because—because—Oh, you know why. And then,—if I go—what do you suppose he will think?”
Molly snatched her dressing-gown.