"Dinah, Dinah, I'll be good. I'll not raise the hand of spite. I must go out with Maureen and with Dominic; I must gorge at the Hotel."
"First thou wilt say these words after me: 'I love Maureen O'Brien.'"
"But I don't," said Henrietta.
Dinah resumed her sewing. Another half hour passed.
"Dinah, ducksie, I will not smack Maureen. Dinah, I—I love Maureen."
"Is that true?" asked Dinah.
"Yes; I've been wrestling in the Spirit—it is true."
"Then I will unfasten thee. But Maureen O'Brien, I will come with thee on this walk, and enter that inn called the Rose and Honeysuckle, for I do not consider it safe to send thee alone with this maiden."
"I don't mind having thee, Dinah," said Henrietta in a meek voice. "Come along, unfasten the cords; set me free—set me free. Oh, jolly! Oh, golloptious! Oh, my poor leg—it has got the cramp—and my arm! Let me walk up and down the room, Dinah, leaning on thee."
"Dinah," said Maureen, "is there not a prettier frock she could wear?"