Lettie laughed and forgave him.
“Well,” he said, looking at her and smiling, “I came to ask you to go out.”
“It is a lovely afternoon,” said mother.
She glanced at him, and said:
“I feel dreadfully lazy.”
“Never mind!” he replied, “you’ll wake up. Go and put your hat on.”
He sounded impatient. She looked at him.
He seemed to be smiling peculiarly.
She lowered her eyes and went out of the room.
“She’ll come all right,” he said to himself, and to me. “She likes to play you on a string.”