“That's very kind of you; but turn about is fair play.”
“You mustn't do that,” said she severely, “or I shan't.”
“I meant it,” said I defiantly.
“Then you ought to know better than to say it,” she retorted.
“I'm in need of lessons, I fear.”
“How delightful of you to confess it! Then shall I tell you what to do?”
This was very charming. I hastened to say:
“Do, by all means.”
The young woman sank back in her chair, clasped her hands in her lap as her mother had done, and glanced hastily about. Then in a low voice she said:
“Be yourself.”