“And you’ve seen it before?”
“Scores of times, dear.”
“Then why do you want to go now?”
“Because it will be a pleasant row.”
“Nonsense!” said Aunt Sophia shortly, “pulling those oars and making blisters on your hands. Well, you must have your own way, I suppose.”
“All right, aunt. You won’t think it queer of us to desert you?”
“Oh, you’re not going to desert me, James.”
“Kitty will stay with you.”
“No; she will not,” said the old lady, “I’m not going to deprive her of her treat.”
“I shan’t mind, indeed, aunt,” cried Lady Scarlett.