“No,” said Royal, “not she.”
“Why not?” said Lucy.
“O, because you’d pull up the flowers, and trample on the beds. They don’t let children go in such pretty gardens as that.”
“O Royal,” said Lucy, “I shouldn’t trample on the beds, I am sure. I should be very careful.”
“Well,” replied Royal, “you’ll see whether she’ll let you go in her garden. But now you can find your way to the door, and I am going back.”
“No, Royal,” said Lucy; “you must come and knock for me.”
“O no,” replied Royal; “you must knock for yourself.”
“I can’t knock hard enough,” said Lucy; “besides, I am afraid.”
Royal only laughed at Lucy’s fears, and said he only came to show her the way, and not to knock for her. But he did wrong. He ought to have been willing to have gone up to the door with her, since she wished it; but he would not.
He, however, finally consented to remain where he was, to watch and see whether she got in safely.