“Couldn’t you take me?” she asked.
“I will next time,” he replied.
The child still looked at him, unsatisfied.
“But what did you go for?” she asked, goading him suspiciously.
“To see the sea and the ships and the fighting ships with cannons—”
“You might have taken me,” said the child reproachfully.
“Yes, I ought to have done, oughtn’t I?” he said, as if regretful.
Gwen still looked full at him.
“You are red,” she said.
He glanced quickly in the glass, and replied: