"Thank goodness that's settled!" Phyllis exclaimed. "And now what do you propose doing to amuse us?"
"It's Saturday, you know," Janet reminded him.
"Auntie Mogs, I appeal to you," Tom said, as Miss Carter entered the room. "Is this fair? These two Comanche Indians hold me helpless on the sofa, extract a promise that I will never go home, and now they want me to amuse them besides."
"All day," Phyllis said.
"All day long," echoed Janet.
Miss Carter laughed. "I'm afraid I can't help you out, Tom; you brought it upon yourself, but of course you know that a promise made in self-defense is not binding."
"Isn't it, though?" Phyllis demanded, and Janet started to tickle again.
"Say it is binding," she commanded.
"Oh, anything, anything, only stop!" Tom begged. "I am at your mercy, what do you want me to do?"
"Well, we might take a walk in the park this morning," Phyllis suggested. "Janet hasn't seen my pet lion yet, and I'm crazy to show him to her."