"I shall be very much hurt if you don't come, too."
A little flush rose to her cheeks.
"I'm not wishin' to intrude, thank you; I wasn't askin' for that! Only, you see, I thought if I could be an extra hand, that would do."
He took the hand extended to him, and with his other rubbed his brow wildly. He realised that nothing would induce his small companion to come on the Wednesday merely as a visitor. He stared at her in comical distress.
"Good-bye," he said absently.
As she reached the door he gave a jubilant shout.
"Could you be my Social Prompter, do you think?"
She turned back.
"Yes," she said. "What is it?"
He smiled.