"But if it were me," cried Blue, with assurance, "I'd not be cured by bags of hot salt. I would insist upon consulting a dentist."
They both laughed a laugh of joyful plotting.
"It was only the other day," said Red, twisting her little English voice into the American accent, "that he told Harold he was right down clever at tinkering a tooth in the most pain_less_ manner."
"Oh, Red, dear Red," begged Blue, "do feel it again, for my sake; it would be so joyfully funny if mamma would take us to him."
"I'd a little bit rather you, had the ache, Blue."
"I'd have it this instant if I could, but"—reproachfully—"it was you that felt the twinge.".
"Well, I don't mind," said Red, heroically, "as long as my cheek doesn't swell; I won't go with a swelled face."
"What would it matter? He knows that your face is alike on both sides usually."
"Still, I shouldn't like it," replied Red, with a touch of obstinacy.
Eliza, however, was of a very different mind about this same young man. She had not taken her new situation with any desire to see more of him; rather she hoped that by seeing him oftener she should more quickly put an end to his addresses.