"Not now, my dear, not now. I could once, though. But I never cared for playing Harlequin."
"Eh?"
"That's a fellow you haven't met yet."
"Is he good?"
"Good—in a manner of speaking—but an awkward sort of a laddie with his saber and all. But no malice at bottom, I'm sure of that."
"Can I be a C'mbine?"
"Why not?" exclaimed the old man. "Why not?" And he thumped the table to mark the question's emphasis.
Jenny became very thoughtful and wished she had a petticoat all silver and pink, like the pretty lady on her toes.
"Would I be pretty?" she asked at length.
"Wonderfully pretty, I should say."