She laughed and began to galumph up the room and back. "Oh, I don't need one, do I?"
"It seems to me you do if I'm to stay here!"
"'Fraid-cat, 'fraid-cat!" she taunted, starting off again, sidewise.
I had to laugh, and by a quick inversion she became serious, coming back to me, her chin up, her hands behind her, jiggling up and down on tip-toes.
"Do you really want me to keep Leah?" she asked.
"I really do," I answered gravely.
"Why?"
"Because I'm fond of you, and I think you ought to have her help."
"Oh!" she exclaimed. "Are you really fond of me, Chet?"
"Of course I am—when you behave."