"I say, dear, come for a ride with me. It'll freshen you up."
She looked at him dejectedly, shook her head:
"I have a headache."
"That's just why you ought to come, dear. Come along, do ... to please me."
He stroked her hair. She took his hand and put it to her lips.
"Come."
"Really, Uncle, my head's too bad."
"Then, why don't you go and sit in the garden? It's so hot in here."
"Aunt Constance is taking me for a drive presently; and Mary's coming with us."
"Paul, can't you ride a bicycle? There's one of Addie's which you could have."