At last we came back again to the long terrace and I began to ascend the steps, but she ran up them lightly and waited on the top step right in my path.
“I’ve thought of an excellent plan,” she ventured, when I was still three steps from her.
“What is it?”
“You and I shall write a play together. I will write it and you can dictate it. That will be excellent, it will pass the time away.”
I smiled. “If I helped you to write it, that would be a sure guarantee that it would fail.”
She shook her head. “Not at all,” she cried. “When you got too prosy I would put in a dash of my own position to enliven it.”
“Then we should get to quarreling,” I interposed.
“Not we,” she said. “I should have the common sense to keep my remarks to myself.”
“I see. And who would act it when written?”
“We would. I don’t mean you, but myself and some of my friends. Come, let’s go.”