“Then I'm going to fetch you back, Missy. I'm going——”
“You stop in that verandah. If you come out I'll take to my heels and you'll never see me again—never! Now look here, Mr. Teesdale, haven't I sickened you this time?”
“Done what, Missy?” asked David, uneasily, from the verandah. He could see her outline now.
“Sickened you. I should have thought I'd sickened you just about enough this trip, if you'd asked me. I should have said I'd choked you off for good and all.”
“You know you've done no such thing, Missy. What nonsense the child will talk!”
“What! I didn't sicken you this afternoon?”
“No.”
“Didn't disgust you, if you like that better?”
“No.”
“Didn't make you perspire, the whole lot of you?”