"Must I?" he asked, looking up in surprise.
"Of course you must."
"What must I know?"
"What's going to become of you, for one thing," she answered.
"Do you know what's going to become of me?" he asked.
"Not—not 'zactly," she admitted.
"Do you know what's going to become of you?" he continued, earnestly.
"I can't say I do," replied Dorothy, remembering her present difficulties.
The shaggy man laughed.