"Don't be," he said cheerfully, "if you dislike the sensation. It's all in the interest of science, you know."
He snapped his fingers at Wiggles, and got up to go.
"I'm going for Sarah," he said, "you must be taken back to your room now. It's getting chilly."
Once having established me in my room, Dr. Denton bent over me.
"And," he said, very much under his breath, "won't you consider my proposal? I meant it, you know!"
And then he had gone.
I'd like to accept him, out of spite, Diary. And, never having expected a proposal, I find even this one somehow exciting.
Diary, if only you could talk!
CHAPTER VII
Green Hill
October 14