“I won’t; and I won’t have him come courting Leo Salis.”
“Nay, you won’t,” said the old man, smoking away as he patted the fierce little creature’s head.
“He said it was all nonsense, and I believed him because he was so fond of me; but he courts her, too.”
“Nay, does he, Dally?”
“Yes, gran’fa; and he shan’t. He shall marry me. If he don’t, I’ll kill him!”
“So you shall, my pretty,” chuckled the old man; “and I’ll bury him. And then the doctor—”
He checked himself and chuckled again. “What’s the use of the doctor when he’s dead?” cried Dally pettishly, as she tugged angrily at a fold of the old man’s trousers. “And Doctor North’s a fool!”
“Nay! nay! nay! Doctor’s a very clever man, Dally.”
“He isn’t; he’s a fool, gran’fa!”
“Tut, tut! Shoo, shoo!”