“Well, can’t you find a comfortable seat?” the girl asked, still addressing Lawrence, who had gone back to the piano stool.
“I’m going to play in a minute,” said Lawrence, “and sing.”
“Well, excuse me!” implored Miss Carter. “Do let me get you a seat.”
Lawrence promptly went over to the sofa and leaned back in one corner of it, affecting a discomfort.
“Can’t I get you a pillow, Mr. Lawrence?” Miss Carter asked presently. “Or perhaps a cot; I believe there’s one somewhere in the attic.”
“Oh, I reckon I can stand it,” said Lawrence.
Marley had regained his seat on the edge of the slippery chair.
“Where’s Vinie?” asked Lawrence.
“She’s coming,” answered Miss Carter.
“Taking out her curl papers, eh?” said Lawrence. “She needn’t mind us.”