"How very good you are!" I returned, scarcely knowing what to say. "I always speak the truth."
"Yes, I should think so; but it is not good taste to dislike Laura's voice, for it is very pretty."
"Come, Miss Benette, do make haste and tell me whether you will let me sing with you to-morrow."
"I do not mind if your friends will not object."
"Tell me where you live, then."
"In St. Anthony's Lane, just by the new foundation. There is a tree in front, but no garden. You must not come, if you please, until after one o'clock, because I have to practise for my other lessons."
"Good-night."
She ran off, having bowed a little courtesy. Laura had left while we were talking.
"Now," thought I, "I shall have it all out, who she is and what she does, and I will make Millicent go to see her." Davy here joined me.
"So you have made friends with Miss Benette."