"The Doré Gallery, perhaps?" suggested Susan.
"No, it's nothing of that sort; I'll tell you when we're out."
"Very well, miss, I'm proud to be at your service whatever it is."
"I'll run down now and ask my sister if you may come with me, Susan."
Judy threw her arms round Hilda as she was coming up from the kitchen premises.
"Hilda, the day is so fine!"
"No, Judy, you mustn't tempt me to go out. I really have to get those accounts straight, they quite weigh on my mind."
"So you shall, Hilda darling; but I was wondering if after I've read my history and done my sums, and a little bit of writing I want to get through, if you'd let Susan—if you'd let Susan take me out."
"Susan!" repeated Hilda, "but I can go with you myself this afternoon."
"I know, only I do so want a run on this fine morning, and Susan says it's not laundry day, nor drawing-room day, nor silver day; it's Thursday, which is nothing special; she can come, may she, Hilda?—do say yes."