"I should think so indeed!"
"I've got her as far as to-morrow morning."
"The girl won't go to-morrow morning either!" said Maggie. "At least, if she goes, I go." She spoke with tranquillity, adding: "But we needn't bother about that. Auntie'll be past worrying about Minnie to-morrow morning.... I'd better go up to her. She can't possibly be left alone."
Maggie shut the account-book, and rose.
"I only came down for a sec to tell you. She was dozing," said Edwin apologetically. "She's awfully ill. I'd no idea."
"Yes, she's ill right enough."
"Who'll sit up with her?"
"I shall."
"Did you sit up with her last night?"
"No--only part of the night."