“It’s very early—why?” she said, through the calm jingle of “Meine Ruh is hin——”
He stood biting his lips. Then he made one more appeal.
“Lettie!”
“Yes?”
“Aren’t you going to leave off—and be—amiable?”
“Amiable?”
“You are a jolly torment. What’s upset you now?”
“Nay, it’s not I who am upset.”
“I’m glad to hear it—what do you call yourself?”
“I?—nothing.”