"Would you like Maskelyne and Cook's?"
"No; I want to do something else, and it will take the whole day long. Thompson—dear, darling—— You don't mind my calling you Thompson, do you?"
"Well, Chris, I am accustomed to it by now, am I not?"
"Of course you are; and you are a dear!"
Christian flung her arms round her governess's neck, and rubbed her soft cheek against Miss Thompson's somewhat lined one.
"What I should really like, Thompson dear——"
"What is that, Christian?"
"Well, to hang on your arm and walk very close to you, and chatter all the time."
"You may."
"And not wear my best dress."