“Dorothy, we are going to get some blue-bells to press.”
“Ah!” said Dorothy. “Where are you going for them?”
“O, out by the bridge,” said Rollo, as he passed on to go out at the door.
“O Rollo!” said she, calling out to him suddenly, as if she recollected something; “stop a minute.”
So Rollo came back to hear what she had to say.
“You are going pretty near the village.”
“Yes,” said Rollo.
“And could you be so kind as to do an errand for me?”
“Yes,” said Rollo; “what is it?”