"I think it was all the better that we practised."
"Oh, was it not? Suppose we practise again."
"I should like it, if you will come at the same time, and not stay longer; and Laura can come too, can she not?"
I did not exactly like this idea, but I could not contradict the calm, mellow voice.
"Oh, if she will practise."
"Of course she will practise if she comes on purpose."
"I don't care about coming!" exclaimed the child, in a low, fretful voice. "I know I sha'n't get out, either."
"Yes, you shall; I will coax your papa. Look, Laura! there he is, waiting for you."
The child ran off instantly, with an air of fear over all her fatigue, and I felt sure she was not treated like a child; but I said nothing about it then.
"Sir," said I to Mr. Davy, "pray walk a little way, for I want to tell you something. My mother particularly requests that you will go to our house to sup with us this evening."