“Please let me go! I’ll be back in a minute. And it’s not cold.”
“Oh, well—I’m awake now, anyway. I’ll go.” My voice was tinged with that high resignation that is worse than anger. Janet’s tone changed instantly:—
“No, no! Don’t! Please don’t! I’m going. I truly don’t mind.”
“I’m going. I don’t mind, either, not at all.”
“Oh, dear! Then let’s not either of us go.”
“That was my idea in the first place.”
“Well, then, we won’t. Go to sleep, and I will too.”
“Not at all! I’ve decided to go.”
“But it’s stopped raining. Probably it won’t rain any more.”
“Then what are you making all this fuss for?”