Dawtie came running.
“Wait a minute, Dawtie. I will speak to you presently,” said her mistress.
George rose. He had laid the watch on the table, and seemed to have forgotten it.
“Please take the watch with you,” said Alexa.
“Certainly, if you wish it!” he answered.
“And my father's keys, too,” she added.
“Will you not be kind enough to take charge of them?”
“I would rather not be accountable for anything under them. No; you must take the keys.”
“I can not help regretting,” said George, “that your honored father should have thought fit to lay this burden of possession upon me.”
Alexa made no answer.