“That you are, my love; but you have been very sweet since you returned from Switzerland.”
“Well, if you want me to go on being sweet you must do what I want.”
“And what is that, dear?”
“You must just put the horse to the gig and get Dan to drive you in to Rashleigh in order to buy a proper manuscript book for me to write my list in.”
“Oh, but must I do that to-night and leave you all alone?”
“You can go and come back within an hour and a half,” said Annie; “and I want some other things, too—lots of cottons and needles, and some black lining for that new dress which I am going to make for you.”
“Oh, my darling, you are kind!”
“And some oil for the sewing-machine; in fact, a whole list of things. You may as well get them all while you are about it, Shelfy, do you hear?”
“But I hate leaving you.”
“And why should not I be left for an hour or an hour and a half, or even two hours? Do go—do, dear—and get me the book. I want it dreadfully badly.”