“You sly little creature! Why, you are laughing at me all the time!”
“Oh! dear no; but who’s the young lady, doctor? You have not told me her name yet, and I’m dying to know.”
“You wicked little baggage! you know all the time.”
“How can I? when you have not yet told me.”
“By Gad! women are the most provoking creatures under the sun.”
“Not all, doctor,” she pleaded, demurely, tapping the carpet impatiently with her foot.
“Well, perhaps not all; but dooced near it. I am an old fool! Here am I bungling about and can’t say what I mean!”
“Can I help you, doctor?”
“I wish you would, and tell me what to say to you, young baggage!”
“Do be calm, doctor. Suppose I’m the old lady now, and that you were talking to me—I am not so very young you know, either.”