"I can't wait so long this time: there's an old woman who expects me. And Marietje isn't so well to-day: Mary, I mean, as Mamma calls her."
"Then I sha'n't go either," she said, crossly.
"Why shouldn't you go?" he persisted, gently. "You enjoy it so."
"With you."
"I can't come this morning."
"Yes, you can ... to please me."
"No, I can't come this morning, Tilly. But you would please me by going."
"I like skating with you."
His eyes laughed.
"And do you imagine that I don't enjoy it?"