The rope had come off.
Myself.—"Yes, I'll help you. Are you waiting for the train?"
Girl.—"Guess you are right. How stupid you are, don't fix it in that way. Can't you see the rope is long enough to go twice round?"
Myself.—"All right, I'll do it so."
Having completed the job, as the young lady was sitting on the one chair available, I sat on her box, which was a large and strong one.
Girl.—"You fixed it well, thank you, but don't sit on my box."
Myself.—"Why not?"
Girl.—"Because I don't like it. Can't you sit on the steps?"
Myself.—"No, thank you, I'll stand."