“No, papa dear; and I’m not afraid of your hitting me.”
“Then, if you don’t let go, I’ll hit myself.”
Veronica raised her head a little, and kissed him.
“No: at home, and dare not show his face!” roared Lord Pinemount.
“There!” cried the Doctor. “Every word is a stinging blow in the face, Very.”
“Yes, papa; but I’m kissing the places to make them well,” said Veronica, suiting the action to the word.
“But I’ll let him see.”
“Buzz-buzz-buzz,—boozz-boozz-boozz,” and the sound of horse’s hoofs slowly dying away.
“Gone!” cried the Doctor passionately. “Very, you’ve made me seem like a miserable cowards that man will despise me, and insult us more than ever.”
“You are angry, papa dear; but when you grow calm you will tell me I’ve done quite right.”