“You shouldn’t laugh; it’s rude,” said the child. But her brother rebuked her.
“It is you who are rude, Sissie; isn’t she, mother?”
“I am afraid she is, Geoff.”
“She is very entertaining,” said Dallington. “Sissie, will you not be gracious, and give me a kiss, too?”
“Have you got any little girls at home?”
“No; I am sorry to say I have not. Will you come home with me?”
“No; I could not leave Geoff. He would be always in trouble without me.”
“Then come to me for a little time now; for if you do not I shall be jealous.”
“What is ‘jealous’?”
“I am afraid you know the thing if you do not know the word,” said Mrs. Hancourt.