“But, please, sir.”
“Please, sir? Yes, you do please this sir. Why, you pretty little, apple-faced, sloe-eyed, cherry-cheeked piece of human fruit! Here, let’s have a look at your little face!”
“Oh, Dr North! For shame! You shouldn’t.”
There was the sound of a smart kiss, and then Horace North stood gazing wildly at Dally as she made believe to be very much hurt in her dignity.
“You shouldn’t, sir, and Miss Leo all the time a-dying.”
“Miss Leo—very ill?”
“Yes, sir; I told you so, and then you began talking nonsense and hauling me about. I feel quite ashamed.”
“But I cannot go to her, girl. It is impossible,” cried North excitedly.
“But master said I was to fetch you, sir. Oh, I wouldn’t ha’ thought it of you!”
“I beg your pardon, Dally, I was not thinking. I—I—when was she taken bad?”