"You don't want to go?" Mr. Wilton laid down his razor and looked almost severely into Marjorie's honest but now clouded face. "You don't want to go? Tut!" he repeated. "Don't talk nonsense—you know you are all agog to be off!"
"So I was, but I'm not now. I've changed my mind. That's why I've come in here, and why I'm bothering you while you are shaving."
"You don't bother me, Maggie; you're a good little tot. But about going to Glendower, it's all settled. You're to come, so run away and get Hudson to put up your finery."
"Father, I want you to let Ermie go instead of me."
"No, that I won't; she has been a very disobedient girl. Run away, now, Maggie; it's all settled that you are to go."
"But Ermie was asked in the first instance?"
"Yes, child, yes; but I've explained matters to Lady Russell."
"And Lilias is Ermie's friend."
"What a little pleader you are, Maggie. Ermie should be a good girl, and then she'd have the treats."
"Father, couldn't you punish me instead of her? That is sometimes done, isn't it?"