“To New York?”
“Yes, why not? I find the country dull, and am longing for a glimpse of the city.”
“But the heat in town is insufferable, and there is nothing going on there,” I reminded her.
“Roof gardens are always amusing, and when the heat gets to a certain point, it is equally unbearable everywhere.”
I begged to differ.
“At all events, I want to go there, and my wishing to do so should be enough for you. O Doctor, make Fred persuade Mamma to take me. As they both insist that I am ill, I don’t see why they won’t let me indulge this whim.”
“They think that it would be very bad for you.”
“Oh, it never does one any harm to do what one likes.”
“What a delightful theory!”
“You will try and persuade Mamma and Fred to allow me to go to New York, won’t you? You are a doctor; they would listen to you.”