“Look out! There’s the mounted policeman,” I cried.
“No, he isn’t. Are you afraid?” she retorted.
“I’m not fit to die,” I pleaded.
“I don’t care a pin for your opinion, you know,” she continued (I had never supposed that she did); “but what did you mean by it?”
“I never said it.”
“Oh!”
“All right—I never did.”
“Then Dolly invented it?”
“Of course,” said I steadily.
“On your honor?”