"Yes. Please," she coaxed.
"But why?"
"If I tell you, you'll get grumpy."
"No, I won't."
"Well, then, you're done up."
He frowned impatiently.
"I'm not!"
"There, I knew you'd get grumpy!" she replied pathetically; "boys are so prickly."
He smiled. "I'll promise, Nell."
She dimpled joyfully.