“But who brought you?” he asked.
“Minoo,” she replied.
“Who’s Minoo?”
The child held up the rabbit.
“Oh, Lord!” cried Ross. “Won’t you please try to be—sensible? I don’t know— Are you all alone here?”
“I fink I are.”
“The door was locked,” he said, aloud. “I can’t see— But what shall I do with you?”
“Gimme my dindin,” said she.
Ross wished to treat so small and manifestly incompetent a creature with all possible courtesy, but he was handicapped by his inexperience.
“Look here, Lily!” he said, earnestly. “I’m in the deuce of a hurry just now. If you’ll wait here, I’ll come back as soon as I can.”